I don’t get angry but I can be annoyed. If you’re trying to take a nap and a fly keeps buzzing around your head or landing on your are in the same spot, well if you want to have peace, you need to take difinitive action. That involves getting up, finding a swatter or can of bug spray, and killing the little bastard. From the vantage of the fly, the swat is death. (Or the spray) So I suppose I seem like an angry giant. From my perspective, it’s a piece of business that needs to happen before this other piece of business can happen.
Some people who annoy me get an eye roll, some get a snort. Some I take the time to reason with and some just get an off the cuff backhand. It all depends on a bunch of variables. But sites like this keep teaching me stuff about myself, and I allow myself the luxury of becoming annoyed by ignorance, stupidity and contrariness, then relieving my annoyance by rolling my eyes or responding.
I feel like keeping input from humans at a low annoyance level is healthy, and I can’t remember the last time I was really angry. But I’ve also been working on releasing fears, so that may be why. I haven’t been afraid in a long time either. Freaking solfeggio tones!