Has it ever happened to you? Someone does something to offend you. You’re angry for about five minutes and the you forget about it and move on. Then that night, as you’re lying in bed and thinking about the day that passed, the memory of the offence comes to you in all its virulence and ruins your sleep. You fume thinking about the wrong done to you and all the biting things you could’ve told your malefactor occur to you, too late.
It happens to me all the time.
I’m an angry person right now. Nothing specific. I just hate the world and all that’s in it. I hate whiny people. I hate people who’re perpetually late. I hate politics and backstabbing. I sometimes even hate harmless children.
I need therapy.
Bibliofanatique 