I have a lot of feelings about self-righteous outrage from having felt a lot of self-righteous outrage, but my experiences have mostly revolved around my health stuff, so I’m going to answer in that context rather than the gorilla story, if that’s alright.
Anger is a phase in the process of grief for a reason. It’s an easy emotion to feel, for one. Especially self-righteous anger. It’s an emotion that keeps you innocent. You get to be a victim. Everything is someone else’s fault.
When dealing with my health, there was nobody to blame. I was sick for no reason. I had all these emotions and no target for them. There wasn’t someone I could yell at in order to have an outlet so I searched around for semi-related things that do have a villain and I yelled about those things. I’ve yelled a lot about universal healthcare and those bastards who don’t want me to have it. I’ve yelled about pseudoscience, like anti-vaxxers and naturopathy. At times I feel I’ve made up problems where there aren’t any just so I can yell some more: I got angry about a webcomic I saw that minimized physical health problems in order to illustrate mental health problems, I got angry that “she looks unhealthy” is the default argument for why a body type isn’t attractive, I get angry about concepts like karma and that we teach kids that bad things only happen to bad people etc etc etc etc.
It has served a purpose in my life. It gave me an outlet that made me feel good, like the heroine in a me vs. the world story, during a time when I needed to feel good because I was mostly just feeling bad. That’s not useless.
After awhile it gets poisonous.
I think you do get a little dopamine hit from writing a good ole rant about why somebody is so wrong and you’re so right. Especially if you post it online and other people agree with you. That gets addictive. You want that feeling again but in order to have it you need to find something to rant about. Once you’re actively seeking things to be angry about, it is not helpful anymore. It is destructive at that point.
I had a turning point about, oh maybe a year ago. There was an ad put out by the CDC warning against smoking. They had a woman tell her story – she’d gotten colon cancer, she’d had her colon removed and had an ileostomy, she spent a few minutes talking about the downsides of having an ileostomy. It was a scare tactic ad of course. It got posted on one of the IBD Facebook groups I’m a part of, and everybody was outraged. For them, an ileostomy was something that gave them their lives back and they didn’t like seeing it talked about like it was something unpleasant. There was a petition to remove the ad and everything. I just couldn’t feel the same outrage though. For the general population, having to have an ileostomy is a nightmare scenario. It works as a scare tactic. I don’t really see anything offensive about that.
I realized immediately that in the past I probably would have been outraged by this and that this was a sign I was making progress. Since then I’ve tried really hard not to use anger to comfort me, but I still fall back into the trap sometimes. It feels like letting go of the anger is a fundamental part of my healing process. Feeling those strong emotions fade and become less fresh, like a wound fading into a scar.