Ever notice how frustrated people dwell on their frustrations? It is the beginning, and ending to every conversation, the focus of every joke, pun, and salutation. Enter a room, and it smacks you in the face. Leave the room, and it hits you on the ass like a broom. Text it, share it, creep someone's page, if you choose. Then, use it as sarcasm to build up their rage, or simply remind them to chill, like a wise old sage. Whatever the reason, for whatever cause, remember this: Our frustrations are there to tell us a thing or two, that maybe our frustration is a mere obsession that we need to take to bed with us, to sleep on, and forget about so we can move on with life in good humor, without all the drama, without doing any harm to those we care about most. Because even though we know intimate details about each other, and we use sarcasm as a means to cope; sometimes it is the comment left unspoken that heals the deepest wounds.
Amen, and God bless.
Witt
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