My car beeps at me if j go the wrong way down a 1 way street. Of course it hasn’t updated the maps of the area where i live in at least 10 years so it just beeps constantly.

That’ll show em. And by em, I mean the student athletes who get the short end of the stick while the coaches and administration endures a brief slap on the wrist and then most likely does the same thing again.

I allow myself to feel the rage. Every bit of it, for a count of three, then I have to stop. Because now it’s time to take action. And proper action requires a calm response. I used to try to breathe and relax but that usually just left me fuming for an hour. Instead I just get unfathomably angry for 2 seconds then move on. I don’t know how healthy it is but it works for me. Sort of the emotional equivalent of yelling out an expletive.