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.

Does mainstream schooling model bring out the worst in teen-agers?
The drama of a world gone mad leaves me longing for real peace
Openly gay people in U.S. military? So what? I have no objections
‘We’re live with people standing in line. Did we mention we’re live?’
Social media creates shallow ties at expense of deeper connections
Irony: Libyan rebels now rounding up blacks, sticking them into jails
Existential crisis makes me ask: Can I ever trust you to love me?
A tax on folks who can’t do math? Winning may be worst possibility