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.

FRIDAY FUNNIES
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Super Suckers: Indy taxpayers take bath in red ink to build stadium
Why are churches only talking about freedom as it relates to abortion?
Health risk and social costs make drinking alcohol a very poor risk
Our need for love lets us ignore past pain and feel hope instead
NOTEBOOK: Simplistic storytelling on TV news pushing nation to war
My need to make others perfect reflects my fear I’m not in control