anger

Do you get angry at your friends? Honestly, I can't recall a time when I was angry with a friend for more than... an hour.
Or maybe I've so deviously relegated people who piss me off often into the group I call acquaintances.

Sigh, so what do you do when your friend gets mad at you? Sometimes I really don't think I'm in the wrong and the whole habit of appeasement seems to be getting on my nerves.
Why do I not reserve the right to flare up and throw threats? Is it because I'm aware of the consequences which can follow? That's not a very good reason either is it, since... It feels like I'm staving the harsh words for my own benefit... and not in their interest.

Sigh, what's this? Who bothers to think about these things? I don't know. But my walk in life tells me that thinking in this manner keeps me most human- other people don't need it, they feel compelling enough without it.
Or maybe they do think about it, but never thought aloud. It calls to mind something my friend once said.
She chided me for robbing the meaning in certain things when I went and spelled them out. Maybe I shouldn't think aloud so much... maybe the unease bottled thoughts bring are but a signal of the mark of approval.. that I'm fighting and resisting this wretched soul with its wicked intentions... that I am actually doing the right thing for once.

I don't know, I don't want to congratulate myself or anything.
Let me say this once and let me say this well:
let me say it once and say it well.