“Of Course, It’s the World’s Fault!”

Anger is the noblest pastime of civilized folk. When things go wrong, it’s obviously the universe conspiring – not the tiny, overinflated expectations stuffed inside one’s head.

Some people nurse their anger like a pet cat: feed it daily, stroke it gently, and wonder why it claws their peace to shreds. Others wear it like a badge of honor, parading it proudly at every traffic jam, spilled coffee, or mild inconvenience , the true Olympic sport of modern living.

It’s a curious science: two people, one problem, entirely different levels of outrage. The only explanation? Clearly, some hearts come pre-installed with fireworks.

The world isn’t your enemy -your attitude just filed a complaint against reality.

But fret not- anger always promises to solve problems right after it finishes creating a few more…~Latika Teotia