Outrage is like a lot of other things that feel good but over time devour
us from the inside out. And it’s even more insidious than most vices because we
don’t even consciously acknowledge that it’s a pleasure. We prefer think of it
as a disagreeable but fundamentally healthy involuntary reaction to negative
stimuli thrust upon us by the world we live in, like pain or nausea, rather than
admit that it’s a shameful kick we eagerly indulge again and again.