Anger vs s**t happens

I was cut up on a motorway slip road yesterday, with the car in question pulling up in front of me at a distance of just one metre or so. We were both travelling at 70mph, or thereabouts, so this was a pretty high risk manoeuvre by the driver of the offending vehicle. What's more, it was completely unnecessary. My blood reached boiling point for about half a minute and, using the car as an extension of my person, I shot the offender some glares (i.e. full beam flashes) and screamed a torrent of abuse (i.e. repeated use of the horn).

After this brief period of road rage, I reflected with some shock: this was the first time I had truly been made angry this year. I'm not sure if this is a good or bad thing. On the one hand, it means that I have been taking most things, good and bad, in my stride. It's part of a broader rational approach of expecting a certain amount of parking fines, thefts, personl affronts, etc through the year, simply because them's the probabilities of life, and so if you know they are coming, why get angry? On the other hand, this may be an overly passive approach to life, removing too much colour from the emotional scene.