When a two-year-old throws herself to the floor, writhing and yelling incomprehensibly, wholly inconsolable, we pity her. She is tired. Frustrated. And she lacks the skills and experience that would allow her to either control her frustrations or vocalize them more appropriately. She is acting like a child because that is all she knows how to do.
But let's not write off her behaviour as simply childish just yet.
Doesn't that sound like it would be satisfying? When you're in a piss-poor mood, and you're expected to buck up and tackle some really challenging obstacles, aren't you at all tempted to just throw a tantrum? I don't even want to complain to anyone. Nobody else has to be there. I just want to fling my body to the ground, flop around in protest of my responsibilities, whine, grunt, stretch, and then get up and move on. It sounds cathartic to me. Making my personal space my own little punching bag.
Of course, that might be frowned upon in the work place.
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