It's a demon I've wrestled with for quite some time. The proverbial lesser of two evils, if you will. Occasional short and controlled bursts to avoid a dangerous and unexpected blowout, I suppose. An occasional dust up is a decent enough cope, win or lose. I personally don't believe in cheap shots or banditry. I get mad at people who do things to me directly, and if I'm angry enough, I do confront them directly and whatever happens, happens. After a while, I guess I did kind of get over it, but will always wrestle with the mixed feelings I have about it when looking back at it all.
I feel that with time, the anger and rage part subsides. I often think of lines from the cult classic "Escape From New York". In the beginning of the movie, the protagonist, who was conscripted to carry out a suicide mission, tells one of his captors that he's gonna kill him when he finishes the job. At the end of the movie, after completing his mission, and engaging in a fair amount of killing in the process, the captor asks him if he's gonna follow through, to which the protagonist replies "I'm too tired. Maybe later". I feel that just about sums up how you deal with rage from your 20s up to 40's.
