Frankly, as always

Frankly, I'm quite tired of people who disrespect others with no obvious point and reason.
My and I believe the best and most fair way of how things should be is possible to express in a single sentence: "Do your stupid shit in whatever way you know and want, but please, don't hurt anyone, if it is possible to avoid hurting them".

Of course this philosophy, an utopia vision of better world, expects everybody to follow it. Otherwise, hurting (or even doing worse things - though there's only one worse that comes to mind) others is indeed acceptable, if they are threatening you or your personal freedom.

I'm not trying to change the world, that would be very naive. But I may at least try to change myself, for the better. No one gets only the right cards (as depressing it might be, it's the truth), I got my little or bigger fuckups and my vices. I got little bit of choleric nature from my father. None of my friends would ever say so, though. Either they're not too observant, or I've learned to keep the anger for myself too well.
I dare say, my friends almost never see me angry. Maybe once or twice a year, and I spend every day with them.
Truth is, to the outer world I appear sad, depressed, even timorous, while my blood boils high.

Or do I even get angry? Isn't it the truth, that when someone pisses me off I just get sad?
Reasonable fury is a good thing. But anger is like fire. It's dangerous. Hard to keep.
It'd be much better if people just got sad instead of getting angry.

Sadness can be one of the best things on this white wild wide world.