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Thanks, @Octave, I think Chapter 3 describes my struggle.
It's something like:
That's not okay.
That's not okay.
That's not okay.
That's not okay.
That's not okay.
That's not okay.
That's NOT okay!
THAT'S NOT OKAY!
It may or may not cause the person to check themselves. It always makes me feel emotionally and physically sick.
 
There is no other male in my house -- wife, two daughters, even a female dog. So yeah, I can run hot sometimes. But I know all of the aforementioned are sometimes sick of me too.

Well that's not entirely true ... the dog really loves me.
 
An older guy (50-60) on the golf course once told me (I was about 26) “you only get so
much negative energy in your life, use it wisely” and that has stuck with me and I’ve adopted it as one of my guiding principles.

I don’t go off very often, but there is a point, really far down the road, but when I’m there, I’ll let go somewhat.
 
I surprised myself with the amount of patience I’ve shown as I’ve gotten older.

My temper was pretty bad when I was younger. Now, I don’t ever really get mad, but I’m very quick to cut people out of my life. I’m too old to spend my remaining time here with people I have to work hard to be friends with.
 
An older guy (50-60) on the golf course once told me (I was about 26) “you only get so
much negative energy in your life, use it wisely” and that has stuck with me and I’ve adopted it as one of my guiding principles.

I don’t go off very often, but there is a point, really far down the road, but when I’m there, I’ll let go somewhat.

Me and my buddies laugh now about all the golf anger of our 20s, replete with broken clubs and property destruction that we're not proud of, while now we're just happy to play.
 
I was defused long ago.

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My temper getting out of hand is one of the things that led me back to a psychiatrist after a decade-long break.

I work from home and live alone, so most of the world never sees my **** fits. But when work frustrations mount or I’ve been doomscrolling, the forehead veins start constricting and I feel rage boiling over like a cauldron. Honestly most of the bile I spew comes out on this here message board.

One day soon after I had started back on bipolar meds but before the dosage was anywhere close to effective, I got so incredibly upset with an obstinate customer that I kicked a door in anger. So now I have a broken toe to remind me that something dark looms inside and I need to keep putting in the work to keep it chained in the cellar.

But as far as my daughter and church family know, I’m a mensch and a Dude.
 
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I've always been told you give other people permission to treat you the ways they do. Seeing how and when I let people get to me often makes me angrier at myself than them. Yesterday was a pretty intense, "please stop poking me" day. I ended up raising my voice and then feeling shaky about it for the rest of the day.
 
I'm getting weird in my advancing age.

Mostly I don't let things bother me. I don't stew, nothing simmers for a while or boils over. If I can't fix it or control it, i don't worry about it.

Except for the times I snap suddenly. And then I just explode.

I don't know why. I'm not proud.
 

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