Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die. - Buddha
...but somehow, I can't seem to help it.
It's hard to discern between crazy and justified.
Am I crazy for thinking and assuming and generally loathing behavior I think is inappropriate?
Or is it justified by my merely having to think these thoughts?
I tend to lean toward one or the other, dependent on the day.
Thus, my hesitance to bring it up and suffer the consequences of my potential over reaction.
But in doing so, I'm harboring an ill feeling.
Which is slowly turning towards disdain.
That I worry may cross into hatred.
Which eventually leads to the worst accumulation of all of these... apathy.
Apathy equates to not caring one way of the other if the source of all this dysfunction is present or not.
And at this moment, at the beginning phase of this unrest, I care enough to want to guard against slipping down that cliff.
But again, what if it's all in my head?
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