I was blessed with a really long fuse, so it takes quite a bit to get me to the point of explosive anger—but once that fuse has burned completely, there's a monster that comes out who I don't really recognize, appreciate, or enjoy.
I remember telling my mother that I was getting ready to pledge a fraternity and she, in her simple wisdom, said to me, "Why would you pay all this money just to let some boys beat on you?", which, in hindsight, was a GREAT question, lol.
I've been both the sufferer and the enjoyer of unfairness, and you likely have been too.
