I'm not happy unless I am mad.
There is very little about this world that doesn't make me mad as an old wet hen. The Iranian boy, who may very well be executed for being gay even though he's not, is the latest. This angers me. I, like smartarse from down under, want to go to Iran and punch the judge in the throat repeatedly. Sarah Palin and Bill O'Rielly make me blood-boiling ANGRY. Conservative judges who "over-turn" health care legislation even though almost 80% of Americans agree that we need it, make me regret that even talking about killing an American judge is a crime. Grown men over the age of, oh I don't know 28, who insist on using "boy" or even worse "boi" in their online usernames are culpable for inciting a riot of one. Most, not all, but most, women drivers make me more than a little mad. But these last two are really only frustration to the point of vehement outbursts and not anger.
I would love to spend the rest of my life scuba-diving; an octopus in the wild does seem to alleviate all your troubles at the moment (a small one that is, all squishy and squirmy and gelatinous but in a ridiculously beautiful way). Eventually the oxygen runs out and you have to return to land, and right there on the beach is an empty sunscreen tube discarded by one of the hundreds of millions of landlubbers who anger me. So... I embrace my anger. I use it to fuel an otherwise underdeveloped inner-motivation engine. I take actions that I normally would not out of a paralyzing desire to avoid conflict. But conflict brings change. Conflict, not screaming and yelling and trying to make the other person feel bad about themselves, but level-headed, after you've went jogging, sore-knuckles from the punching bag, I'm going to do something about this right now conflict. Don't be afraid to let people know that you are angry. I email both my state senators almost weekly telling them that I am mad about decisions they make. I try to use respectful syntax and limit the off topic rants to a sentence or two, but I let them know that they have riled my anger. Remember that anger is stronger than fear. Things make us angry for a reason; so that we recognize a bad situation and want to change it.
So, "put your headphones on and go for a jog" (even though people who do that when they get angry make me angry) and calm down a little if you need to. But, and this is very important, do not forget about what made you angry, don't relinquish your anger until a suitable solution to the source of that anger is found.
I'm really pissed at myself for gaining almost 50 pounds over the last two years. Now as much as enjoy beating myself up over it, that only helps if I allow the cold calm all-powerful anger to drive my lazy ass to the gym.
If you are still reading this, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Let me know what you think or I will be very very angry.