This will get buried but I'm infamous for not having any feelings of anger whatsoever. It's because I grew up in a Christian yet abusive family. I was bombarded with teachings of how I am a sinner and everything about me is wrong and a sin, how I should value others more than myself, and how I should never judge others (the plank in the eye), etc. The end result is there was a huge imbalance between how terrible I felt about myself and how much better I thought everyone else was than me. When my parents beat me and I would flare up in anger, they'd always ask me what right do I have to even be angry? I was also bullied in school all the time and my mom would tell me it's because something must obviously be wrong with me and it was my own fault. It was during these times when I was still a young child that I vividly remember sitting down in my room trying to make a choice: either my parents were full of shit and I should burn with anger at them and the rest of the world for mistreating me, or somehow they were right and I should honor them and everyone else as the bible told me.

I choose the latter, and it was a decision that changed my life. I tried to humble myself as best as I could and no matter what people said or did to me. It made for a terrible childhood to adulthood that was ridden with depression and thoughts of suicide, but as I grew up and moved away from my parents and met all sorts of people, I started to realize I'm not even that bad. These days I'm a little more realistic and not beating myself up all the time, but still when someone mistreats me I just shrug and say, that figures. I already expect the worst in everyone, so no one even lets me down either. I'm not sure if it's exactly a healthy mindset but it's true that anger is a foreign concept and feeling to me even now.