At the end of the day, I sat in the Chipotle up the block from the Ferry Building on Market Street, filing my final interviews.

The 12 hours I spent running around the Bay speaking to people resulted in an eclectic collage of human concerns and resolutions. A 15-year-old African American boy blew my mind when he said that Black people made him mad — “the ghetto ones.” A cab driver in Pittsburgh caught me off guard when he let me know that self-medicating was the solution to his anger. A 79-year-old French woman, waiting at a bus stop in Richmond, explained that she lives by herself and doesn’t get mad at herself; hence, she is happy. And I believed her. And then there was 26-year-old Tommy Cross who explained, on his way to work, that the lack of opportunities for those who need them the most is what pisses him off. Tommy works in education, he told me, where he combats this struggle everyday.

In the end, I conducted 28 interviews on the record, and many others off the record. But the folks I spoke to in person were only part of the story. People all over the world responded to my initial Medium post with vivid, sometimes emotional accounts of what makes them mad, from drivers failing to stop for the disabled to the ugly fissures in Silicon Valley. Some wrote about feeling powerless; others condemned senseless acts of violence. One woman opened up about the danger she faces taking public transportation at night.

This tweet about sexual health caught my attention too:

There were a lot that I did not see coming: war in Yemen and pigeons in the Mission. Two teens named Hoods and Jetz, told me that the pebbles in the street make them mad; they can deal with the unwarranted filming and scooter kids, but the pebbles — there’s nothing they can do about those. I was humbled by Reese, a 31-year-old musician and audio engineer, who told me that he gets upset when people aren’t chasing their true purpose, their dream; a selfless concern if I’ve ever heard one.

I laughed at the fact that just about every person between the ages of 15 and 32 said they don’t like liars, posers, misconceptions of the truth, and stereotypes. I laughed because that’s the “digital native” generation — a group that has seen massive amounts of lies and misinformation from individuals and institutions come across their computer screens, phones, and televisions since they were born.

Being a product of that generation, I understand.

When I turned their responses around, asking them if they ever lie or cheat, every single person admitted to the same offenses.

I understand this too. I tell a lie every now and then. I’m not proud of it, but I’m human.