When my foot was broken I experienced a tremendous amount of anger. It was so frustrating to not be able to get up and do stuff, fix things, make order like I do. But keeping order tends to draw out anger in me, because, as my son says “perfection is a moving target”. It can never be attained for more than a minute if at all. I get more and more angry when things don’t fall into order when I exert my will upon life, or more closely, I get them in order and they fall out of it which leads to the irrational anger. I was angry then for not being able to drive the bus. Now that I’m back in the driver’s seat I have a short fuse. So essentially I was angry at not being able to be angry. How utterly stupid we humans can be.