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.

Watching kids on a Friday night reminds me of struggle to belong
Some moms can’t handle the job, but they do the best they can
Family seemed perfectly typical, but I felt envious of their lives
My love of ‘fur friends’ stems from the callousness I saw in my father
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Knowing right choice years later is useless without time machine
Cambodia prison photos remind me of man’s inhumanity to man
Danger of Iran war getting stronger because of blindness, hypocrisy