i just realized that i think i already knew it wasn't the pictures i was mad about, that they were just a stand-in for the real reason i was mad, and that's why i kept saying don't worry about it, it's okay, you don't have to do that, etc. the anger has been below the surface for awhile now and the thing with the pictures was like a life preserver in an ocean and my stuffed-down anger grabbed onto it and surfaced. Something like that.