Me too. >> I grew up in a household in which rage was accepted and permitted. Accepted, permitted and encouraged: "Show your anger! Let them know! Bring it ou

Me too. >> I grew up in a household in which rage was accepted and permitted. Accepted, permitted and encouraged: "Show your anger! Let them know! Bring it out! Don't accept that from that person! Get angry!" Righteous indignation was exactly the right way to feel when you have "been wronged". It's amongst the greatest disservices my parents could have done to me (there were more, plenty more). I eventually managed to undo much of the damage to my personality by asking a simple question whenever I start to feel anger: "Does this matter?" If it really matters, get angry - get REALLY angry if you need to. I found that almost nothing matters and I basically never get angry. Getting angry destroys relationships and friendships pretty much instantly - and the angry person is typically unaware of this. I saw a woman in a carpark get super angry because someone else took her parking spot that she was waiting to back into. She got out of her car and yelled into their window and stomped around and she was clearly furious. I thought "that woman has no mechanism to determine if this situation matters enough to get angry." I also never learned explicitly from my parents what "kindness" (the inverse of anger) is - it puzzled me when it started to become clear in my 20's that this is an important concept and I did not understand it and needed to.