I hate people who hurt me. Not all the time. Sometimes I can be downright equanimous. But sometimes I hate them. I hope aliens herd them like cattle and run them off a cliff.

The people I hate more than people who hurt me are people who pretended to help but didn't. I forgive my enemies. I do not forgive inadequate helpers. God choke them.

Its a painful thing to experience. Maybe I can shake it off. Maybe I can press It out. I'm always saying the body relieved of tension allows the mind to let go remarkably easily.

I think Its important to own it all. Maybe in fifteen minutes i will shake It off and feel happy. Right now Its settled under my shoulder blades and it hurts and my mind is searching for horror movies bad enough to wish on folks. Isn't that just pitiful?

What on earth ARE we?