It's my least favorite thing about myself.

Eventually I realized that none of the most positive moments in my life were centered on how angry I was at someone or something. I figured out that when I showed off photographs from some great party or some important milestone day in my life to friends, I didn't point out all of the people who weren't there because we were on bad terms at the time. I learned that none of my favorite anecdotes started with "I was still not speaking to [random person] when I went on [crazy adventure]." None of my greatest memories were made greater by the absence of people I was feuding with based on some perceived slight.

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"Here's to all those fucks we didn't invite!"

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But we're so good at feuding. How can it be a bad thing?

Your life won't be measured by how angry you can get. No one will eulogize you for your reputation as a dedicated grudge-holder, and if they do, you've failed.

You have to learn how to let go. You have to learn how to let go of the anger, even though cutting someone out of your life entirely might make everything appear simpler by virtue of the fact that you have one less person to humanize or care about. You have to learn how to let go of the anger, even though you have no cosmic guarantee that anyone else will let go of their anger. You have to learn how to let go of the anger, even though, when it burns brightest, it feels so fucking good.