I know it sounds really stupid but I hope you get what I mean.
I don't dislike the existence of anger, it's a normal human emotion. It's okay to be angry at things.
What I hate is the kind of anger that spirals you out into more anger and sadness.
The kind of anger that makes people kill each other and causes extreme self-loathing.
I'm not saying I'm a saint either. I too get angry at times. I too hold grudges. But I try my best to avoid that and be a calm person.
I don't really know where I'm getting at here to be honest. I just wanted somewhere to express myself about this.
Sorry if I sounded too preachy or whatever.
If you are affected by this wrath, ask yourself: Is it justified? Or are you just lying to yourself or being fed lies to fuel the hate? There's still hope to break out of it.
This is where I'd make a reference to the movie that caused me to make this blogpost and quote something relevant to the essay (The movie is American History X) but I don't have any quotes so I'll just stop here.
(It's a great movie if you wonder how political extremists are made)
Anyways, Squirrel Out. (I know it's thematically clashing but I really want to normalize my 'sign out' phrase. Don't go nuts over that, hahahah)