Pollyanna

No, it isn't that I never become angry. For example, I'm often overwhelmed by road rage (mostly, people tailgating me when I'm already going 5 miles over the speed limit.) It's just that rage envenoms my days to the point of paralysis. I can't bear it. Being angry feels physically painful. I haven't quite worked out how to cope with anger in a healthy way without denying it. I've learned to hold it back -- not to bottle it up, just to keep it from lacerating other people. Or I express it in my diary, or perhaps I knit it away. Yarn has no feelings to hurt, so it doesn't mind if I unleash a barrage of opprobrium in its vicinity.

For some reason I find angry blogs distressing. That's not to say that I don't agree with them--I do, wholeheartedly--but somehow the official nature of the published word (whether in print or online) lends much more force to the emotional charge.

I've learned in the past few years that my anger is almost always misdirected, so I think it's better (for me, anyway) to look for the cause inside myself rather than to assault the open air with my brutum fulmen.