I feel serene inside, quite far from any feelings of angriness.
Tim I envy that serenity. I cannot deny angriness, at least on a subliminal level, and the satisfaction, indeed, a hilarity, I derive at least consciously
Something like all those cops, shooting 41 times that fella reaching for his handkerchief, outwardly confident in the absolute necessity for order in the Humanoid Kingdom but subconsciously a kind of fun
I don't excuse it though. As I said, it's an obsession, a deviant passion, just short of maniacal, often leading me to ask why I can't devote all this time to something more constructive
Your continuous whining is risible..