Brian, you see, women get all weepy and bitchy once a month. I can tolorate once a month. You whine at least once a week. I’m going to have to start ripping you a new asshole like i used to before we met in the real world. Please don’t take it personally. I see it, as giving you a little perspective.
I wouldn’t say “weepy”. It’s more like, “really fucking angry”. I said it best when I realized what I learned the end of last year: I do have buttons, and they can be pushed.
That said, the few things that bother me the most - extremely limited in scope - have put into context the other 99% of rivalries and social discomforts out there. I am completely at-peace with the world’s general assholery. As always, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
No offense to your style - my dad was a cop, and I turned out alright, so I certainly can’t disagree with the Ass Kicking Method of education - but the answer increasingly looks like it’s therapy. Anxiety attacks are not the stuff of common-variety ego/entitlement issues.
