I finally read a self help article all the way to the end without asking myself why the fuck I was reading it. Good work!

I used to blow up about shit but I don’t any more. It was a combination of several things that got me out of it. One was the realization that blowing up about shit was the single thing that destroyed my first marriage. Another was a boss who put it flatly that my job was on the line. “You’re and engineer — fix it!” he said. I fixed it. Blowing up about shit is a problem, but it is not without (a) solution(s).