(I forgot to thank you too, Beth, for your loving support. Sorry, I was nodding off!)
Pllucky, it might be genetic. My Dad was a deeply good-natured person. I'm nowhere near as nice as he is, but he was my model for feeling. He was affectionate, funny, modest, self-effacing, brilliant, loyal, gentle. (And a little OCD-ish when there were tensions in the family. He loved to cook but would dice things into perfect cubes. He was a cartographer, so precision was everything!)
I do feel anger now and then but more often some sub-anger, such as resentment (like of boss) or envy (I was jealous of my D's fancy car). When I feel real outrage it's really my gut response to sexism, racism, homopobia, those kinds of things. Not the "ism" but the behaviors (most of which I think are emotional abuse). All the put-downs and second-class messages I was raised with and that the culture is steeped in...aimed at so many people. I HEAR them. I always notice. Those things do make me feel angry.
But with individuals, I can't keep anger for long. I'm not constructed for grudges. They're very tiring. I think to stay mad takes a great deal of energy and I'd just rather be friendly.
((((((((Plucky))))))))) you make me feel very appreciated.
Hops