I know the deck of life is stacked. Usually I can feel ahead of the game just by remembering the fucked dynamics of everyday existence. I can usually accept my non-elevated station in life, and accept that some gullible blockhead dupe has the power to put me out on the street by whimsy of mood. I can usually put my rage to good creative, worthwile use.
While I haven't hurt anyone yet, I'm nevertheless having a hard time re-routing this anger.