When I was a kid, I climbed things when I got upset, specifically the 100+ foot tall poplars in our front yard. Mom and Dad couldn't climb them, and my brother was afraid of heights, so I could totally escape without, you know, actually running away from home, which was too scary a prospect.
It has been a really, really long time since I've been so mad I had to run away from something. Middle school, probably. Well, I was angry recently. We're talking strong emotional reaction where you just have to turn and walk away, perhaps awkwardly ending a conversation, lest you do something more awkward, like physically break something. The funny thing abut being angry? It's usually over stupid stuff.
I don't generally have anger issues, nor do I have a hard time getting on with people, in general. Sure, I make mistakes, have awkward moments, and dislike certain people, but actual anger is incredibly rare. (And it scares me; I don't like it.) I keep having a dialog in my head about how the other person was being unreasonable, and it wasn't their place, and they had this issue or that issue. I know I could have been more calm or reasonable, but part of me has to ask, how much of this is my fault?
But then I say, screw introspection. I mucked up some stuff, they mucked up some other stuff. I learned a little and now I'm moving on. Dwelling on this isn't worth my time, because unlike climbing trees, it isn't fun.