You've got the tolerance of a saint. You try to maintain calm situations, even if it means sacrificing your own mental health in the process.
You're the kind to engage in passive-aggressive tactics like making snide remarks or stealing someone's keys.
You should be more vocal about how you feel. The risk of getting an ulcer would therefore be reduced.
You'll stop at nothing to find an alibi for your lack of anger. You need a long time to get from room temperature to boiling.
But, you swallow your rage after a short period of chewing on it. Once anger has set in, it's like an overheated car. It will be some time before you can drive it again.
It describes you and your fluctuating emotions. You have the patience of Job one second, and then, five minutes later, you're a T.Rex crushing everything in its way.
You would rather cope with your anger by ghosting people or sulking quietly away from them before that occurs.
If you're anything like me, you find the rage cycle to be akin to experiencing a sexual climax. Whenever the volcano erupts, it will engulf everything in red-hot lava.
Instead of facing your problems head-on, you'd rather give in to a vice like smoking or drinking.
This is for the express purpose of dumping it on the head of the person now causing you the most annoyance. Even before you kick them in the scrotum.
The opposing side doesn't have to want a debate for you to start and finish it. So, the fact that I call you an angry person is enough to make you furious with me.
The film hasn't even begun yet! As of right now, there is no reason for anger.