The study of more than 1,000 men found that those who responded to stressful situations with feelings of anger and irritability were three times more likely to be diagnosed with heart disease before they turned 55. These men were also five times as likely to have a heart attack.

I get mad. Usually, just irritated (which factors into the study as well, and isn’t “good”, either), but sometimes, usually when Justin does something really… RRRARGH, I get mad.

So I guess when I tell him “yer killin’ me, kid”, I’m not joking. I’ve just never been good with people being stupid. Justin’s smart enough, certainly, but he does stupid things, and man that can get my blood boiling.

In the ‘pot-kettle-black’ area, I can’t imagine how my dad survived my high school years without a triple-bypass.

Well, yeah I do: he calmed down. He’ll always have the same temperament as me, sure, but these days, when something annoys him, it just annoys him.

That’s my security blanket, which I’ve shared with my wife: eventually, I’ll simmer down - get some perspective and chill out. On some topics, it’s already happened. Not in every case, of course, but on some stuff it has. Justin is tenderizing me: by the time we have our own kids, I’ll have already vented off several years worth of hot-temper. That’s pretty good news.

It also makes me a little disappointed about one little thing: I like getting riled up. Not mad, but sometimes I just enjoy a good rant about the foolishness of the universe.

I don’t want that to go away. Healthy or not, sometimes it feels good to blow some steam off through your mouth.