The thought occurs to me that I am not particularly good at accepting the foibles of others...the absolute Anger I feel when I feel I've been wronged or jerked around...disturbs me...as I have extremely little patience for certain things. Very little. Very very close to nil. It could be that like my mother, I've got a fairly sensitive bullsh*t detector. And that my anger is more dissapointment when I see far enough through someone and have to make that judgement call that they're not worth dealing with further. Especially Irritating when one has invested a lot of energy in the hopes that it'll all be part of a viable future.
But that's Life... ennit?
But that's Life... ennit?