I used to let myself get far too angry about far too many things, especially online. (This is the way I frequently felt.) Even when I was right, the angry way I acted often made me wrong. Even worse from my point of view, the rage I felt toward others was eating at me inside. I was hurting myself.
I spent quite a bit of time thinking about why I got so angry and looking into family issues that contributed. (One of my most vivid childhood memories is of the many times my father would be yelling at me so angrily that I’d watch the veins of his neck swell as he yelled.) I had to retrain myself in a number of ways and change some of my ways of thinking — or at least learn how to manage what I was feeling instead of being destructive.
I still get angry with idiots — and sometimes with non-idiots who just rub me the wrong way — but I’m able to remind myself about my priorities and ask whether anger does any good. It’s very rare that I let myself get as angry and combative as I used to.
I’m happier with myself and I think other people are happier with me.

Lesson from U2: Rejection doesn’t necessarily mean it’s time to give up
Urban Meyer’s drunken behavior points to deeper character issues
New segregation: Why do some people cling to racial politics?
Public discourse is distorted by constant outrage over anecdotes
What happened when a coach valued discipline over winning?
Despite advantages to digital books, there’s still nothing like ‘real’ books
Do we really need so much ‘stuff’? Do we own it? Or does it own us?
I swiftly judged her bad attitude, but I was slow to judge myself
I used to ponder who I really am; today I just ask who I am for now