How can it be, that on the one hand, they are these dumbheads we wouldn't cross the street to talk to, but on the other hand, all they had to do was one dumb job - be nice to us - and they couldn't even do it, and the result is we feel like crap for the rest of our lives. It just doesn't make sense. It's like nothing else will ever make up for it, as if our monkey brain knows we were meant to be abandoned in the wild. I think this is why my t keeps trying to push me to just get mad. At least then I dont give up.