Thank you, avlady.

I don't always express my pissed-offness, loud 'n clear, since I don't exactly want to get into fights; sod that for a game of darts.

Sometimes I'm envious of how my dad used to deal with things: punch first, ask questions later. I don't fancy that way of doing things - I prefer communicating through words. Problem is, we both have a temper, and we are both, ... well, Scottish, and from a pretty strong family. (I seem to be one of the most laid-back people in our family)

I hate saying this kind of crap - I was just angry, earlier. I usually avoid talking about this stuff, because I don't want to seem like a knuckle-dragger, or unwillingly encouraging something. I swear, when a man shows the slightest bit of physical or intellectual strength, it seems to set off some kind of localized Challenge Me alarm; maybe this is one of the reasons I stay so low-key; it's like the zombie Apocalypse, in that, the moment a walker smells brain, they all climb outta the woodwork, ... or maybe I'm just being cynical, again. ¬_¬