[apologies for the very long post - I think I really really really missed this place!]
"The Charge bar" puts me in mind of the word 'Rage' rather than anger or hatred.
I do get angry, but it's just another emotion I observe and categorise in myself, described and expressed in words - like anger is a thought rather than a feeling. It was one of the last emotions I learned to manage because I'm a lady and ladies aren't allowed to lose their tempers.

I've become so 'good' at expressing my anger a lot of people now accuse me of having 'anger issues' or being 'too passionate.' They have no idea what I'm protecting them from ....
My
rage is terrifying.
I've only experienced it 3 times in my whole life. The first time I was only 8 years old. I was out walking and came across two little boys playing some stick-little-rocks-and-sharp-things-in-the-pavement-cracks game. One told me to 'step here' - which obviously would hurt my bare feet if I'd complied.
Bad boy.
No thoughts went through my mind - even "bad boy" was a label I applied later. My mind was not thinking in words. I saw a half brick besides the path, picked it up, smashed the 'bad boy' on the head and put the brick down again.
I'd cracked his skull without a single thought crossing my mind.
I've been afraid of myself ever since.
The next time I 'lost it' was giving birth to my first child. I'd had no pain relief since I'd been managing my fear and pain so successfully for 22 hrs I hadn't even told anyone I was in labour until an hour earlier. Then, right at the end, something snapped and I lost control of my fear. I wished there was a saw beside the bed so I could start cutting myself in half.
It was a teaching hospital and there was a row of students watching the birth. I became aware some of them were laughing at me. The doctor snapped at someone to 'get them out of here!' The next day a midwife patted my hand and said 'don't worry, we've heard much worse.'
I think about 20-30 mins had passed between imagining the saw and noticing the students. I have absolutely no memory of this time. Apparently I was quite entertaining in my hysterical rage. Nobody has ever understood how much it frightens me that my rage could consume me so completely I don't even remember it.
I started learning to 'express anger' after this. It would be over 20 years before I felt my rage again.
The next time I believe I felt 'hate' for the first time in my life. I ran into an ex-friend unexpectedly and ... "I saw red" is the phrase, I think.
Again, no words or clear thoughts in my mind. Just images of blood and smashed teeth and crushed larynx and gouged eyes, just itching/tingling knuckles, just an overwhelming bloodlust. I froze, I held my breath, I poured every scarce scrap of self-control I could find into simply not moving. Had someone bumped or distracted me I believe I would have killed her before anyone recognised the danger.
Again, it frightened me; but this time I was involved in an INTP forum on Facebook and I posted my fear there. People were accepting and helpful - they provided explanatory words like "betrayal" and "hatred"; they assured me I was normal; some even suggested coping tips like allowing the violent fantasy free rein and capturing the result in a work of fiction. It helped a lot.
I'm not so afraid of my rage anymore. I know my 'expressing anger' strategy effectively kept the rage asleep for decades and will likely remain effective for the decades to come. Also, now that I've experienced 'losing it' without hurting anyone, I'm more confident I can control the rage if it wakes up again.
I think my story is more about being female than being an INTP. I use the same strategy for all my feelings - I
state that I'm experiencing an emotion rather than
feel it - but it's only my anger that gets challenged. Even Feeler types, who have accused me of being 'cold' when I calmly state "I'm sad about this" or "I'm frightened of that" instead of having a big girly cry about it, tell me they're uncomfortable with my emotions when I calmly state "I'm angry about this."
I believe it's the product of cultural expectations of females, not a reaction to emotions in general.