...that some people have confused me with an angry person. Sure, I have a well of rage, but I keep it safely in the containment dome. Mostly.
Now, don't confuse me for someone who gives a shit what you think (except for you, and, oh you, and maybe you over there) but seriously, when did 'speaking your mind' become 'anger'?
As has been noted here and there, I'd likely not survive if I stalked around enraged and showing it all the time. I am not fool enough to think that there is no young, strong man, who could whip my ass in a heartbeat...maybe.
And cops? Hey, they'll just make more. Give it up.
No, my rage is in an underground silo, with a field of grass on top of it, and a nice bungalow and a kiddie playground built over it.
You turn one key, and I'll turn the other one, and let's see what happens.