That's something I learned in art school. I studied graphic design in Germany and my professor emphasized the responsibility that designers and illustrators have towards the people they create things for.
When anger rushes unrestrained to action like a hot steed it stumbles on its way. The man of thought strikes deepest and strikes safely.
Anger is implanted in us as sort of sting to make us gnash with our teeth...
I'm horrible in the mornings. I'm grumpy.
Just get out. Just leave.
It was honestly, it was torture.
