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.

I feel hope for future, because truth is real and love is possible
Whether it makes sense or not, I’ve learned to expect miracles
No loneliness worse than being with others, but not the right one
What if Jesus was serious about commands he gave his followers?
‘Resisting arrest’? When police have wrongly invaded your home?
I want my children surrounded by tools of creation, not consumption
I’m shutting the whole world out, but I’m also waiting to be rescued
If the state didn’t wither away for Marx and Engels, is there really a post-statist era ahead now?
Folks all around are waiting for someone to say, ‘Hello in there’