Contrary to how some esteemed Internet commenters have described me, in disposition I'm actually less like a "sociopathic, self-obsessed reptile" and more like a yellow lab. Though I completely lack a passion for chasing tennis balls, I am amiable, generally easy-going and get pretty excited about, well, lots of things. Airplane food containers. Midwest accents. Small turtles. Large turtles. In fact, there's a video of me literally jumping up and down in glee upon the discovery of a blender in a hotel -- and I don't even like smoothies.
But this isn't to say I don't also get angry. Or -- and this might surprise some who know me as an emblem of exuberance -- that I don't embrace that emotion and its incredible inherent value.