Angry Little Soldier

Not long ago, I was described as an "Angry Little Soldier" by a friend of mine. I've not doubt that, to her, it was merely a passing comment meant to describe me in one of my more irascible moments but, even fleetingly, it did seem to be a decent fit.

I often rally against accusations that I am "angry": it's not that I'm driven by a persistent aggression rather than my anger comes from consistent and persistent frustration and impatience - as I hope many of the posts on this blog can attest! But, yes, it does present itself in long rants littered with expletives that can be described as "angry". It's not inaccurate. In my more egotistical moments, I'd like to think I could be compared to a Jimmy Porter-like character.

Maybe I am a something of a soldier too. I like to stand up for causes and push for greater equalisation in society. It's not the sort of fighting that would put my physically in harms way but I'm not above digging my trenches, holding my line and fighting to the last in a metaphorical sense... Again, following my ego, I'd love to be like Ernesto Guevara, fighting for the freedom in my little corner of the world...

This is all, of course, complete bollocks and the reason why the phrase was so accurate was because of the word "little". My attempts at exercising my frustration or fighting my corner are completely ineffectual, rendering the other two words quite laughable - but in an affectionate way.

And so I am quite happy with the badge "Angry Little Soldier". I take it to mean that the people closest to me realise that I'm an asshole but they believe I'm a harmless asshole with the best intentions.