Originally Posted by
Ken Cheng
Here's a strange and (maybe) interesting fact about me:
Until I was about seven years old, I think I was kind of "anger-retarded." What I mean by that is I didn't seem to have the capacity to feel anger. I understood abstractly what anger was: I saw other children, adults, and fictional characters exhibit anger, but I didn't personally know what the experience felt like because I swear, until I was seven, I just somehow never felt it. I knew what happiness was like, what sadness was like, what fear was like, but anger...that was completely alien to me.
After I finally discovered what the feeling was like, though (and I don't even remember the first time or what it was about, specifically), it became like something that turned itself on and off at random without warning. Sometimes, it would activate for legitimate reasons, but the response was WAY out of proportion to the cause. It's been like that ever since.