In elementary school, Stephen King made a terrible turkey sandwich. He was so mad that he ripped it apart and threw it around the room. The experience of anger is very sudden; you don't stop to think like, wait, I'm in my own bedroom. But this idea that we can be angry at a turkey sandwich, that we can been angry at like a coffee table, you could argue that you're really angry at yourself.
What’s the difference between anger and indignation? What’s Angela’s problem with turkey sandwiches? And why wasn’t a No Stupid Questions listener angry at the men who assaulted him?
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