Rage

Of all the random evolution stories from my Pokemon days, the only one that's stuck with me is that of Gyarados.

Here you go from the most useless Pokemon (it's a goddamn red fish flopping on the ground) in the game, and then BAM! at level 20, you've got this blue serpent of awesomeness.

So why is Gyarados so angry? I mean, for a Pokemon who just went through 20 levels of living hell, you would think that Gyarados would be pretty happy with the results.


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In a sense, we're all like Gyarados over there. We constantly craft our decisions and sacrifice our immediate wants in order to build up to some goal or achievement, but once we get there, things aren't as amazing as we had imagined. We knew it all along, but being the wishful thinkers we are, we still wanted to make sure that the pot of gold doesn't actually exist. And it never will.

So we get frustrated. And we get tired. And we start raging.

And then we start turning blue, growing whiskers and crazy spikes on our heads, and spewing out awesome yellow hyper beams.