You can be fine, even happy, amid anxiety and outrage. These feelings come over us, but we can watch them and not identify with them.
I can’t do it for long, but sometimes when my contentment is attacked, I realize fighting empowers the negativity while simply observing without connecting causes it to dissolve.

More importantly, I can only do this when I know I am scared or threatened.
Then I must ask why I fear: nothing can destroy "me," just my attachment to my illusory social standing.