Anger is a bit too spicy for my bland emotional palate for me to indulge it often. I know what it feels like, and I know I've been angry before, and I just don't find it productive for my purposes. That's not to say I'm somehow better or more virtuous than "angry people", which is usually the accusation that gets lobbed at me when I say this. I respect folks that can alchemize their fury into meaningful results. I just think they're hard to come by, and harder to relate to.
Most feel more like an ex I had who confided in me once that he was thrilled to have found someone that "hated all the right things". I cringe just thinking about it. That memory stops me from being unnecessarily petty in more cases than I'd like to admit.
The times I've been angry, it was interesting at first because it's such a departure from my usual state, like I was finally
excited for something. I quickly found out it's exhausting for me to maintain. Worse, it fritters away precious alone-time and brain-space I could be using for purer introspection. I think schizoids tend to fall in one camp or the other. I've seen some describe a kind of placid fury that's simply inconceivable to me (hey, do you), and others like myself that are more "meh" at their core and take the least-resistance path. Usually by avoiding and retreating from life. Both have their pros and cons, and neither are particularly healthy. I guess it just depends on which you're better at getting away with.
If I'm silent and withdrawn, it's because a) it's my preferred state and b) I'm rarely angry, sad, happy, self-loathing, or ignorant enough to participate in society any other way. I'd gotten in some pretty sticky situations as a teenager when I tried to
force a level of emotional investment that simply wasn't there. In my adult life it's somehow been even more alienating to be truer to myself and admit I don't care all that much about... anything.
iabsurdlyexist wrote:For me, indifference and/or detachment has been my strong suit. Hard to be angry about something that really doesn't matter all that much to me. I think I actually just transferred things that frustrated or angered me into amusement. The more I distance myself, the better I feel about it.
Co-signed. My anger feels more like a mutated sense of humor too.
There are plenty of groups for whom being angry "together" is expected and encouraged. Family's one of them, and my family is really,
really angry. (I'm reminded of the time my gran told me I had a cousin-by-marriage who was beaten to death with a chair by her spouse. Don't know if it's true or not, but she seemed to have
some murky motive for telling me this that doesn't undermine the broader point I'm making.)
It's one of the big reasons I struggle to maintain an online presence in my professional life too. Being publicly angry feels like another form of "bonding" (where it isn't being blatantly commodified), only it places an extra bounty on your reputation for the person who can "take you down a peg".
I say where you can't make a joke, shutting up is always free.