“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