Excerpt from one of my (many) favourite Billy Joel songs:

"there's always a place for the angry young man
With his fist in the air and his head in the sand
He's never been able to learn from mistakes
He can't understand why his heart always breaks
His honor is pure, and his courage as well
he's fair and he's true, and he's boring as hell
And he'll go to his grave as an angry old man"
("Angry Young Man", Copyright Billy Joel)

So - it's a medical condition now, eh?
Bollocks.
52 and growing more immature by the day.