#31: There’s Always Room for More
Just as love knows no bounds, anger and resentment can also be infinite. Sure, I could probably spend years of my life being pissed about important things like climate change, but it’s soul-soothing to rant about the mail lady who keeps dropping off car titles that should be going to the Toyota dealer five miles away.
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I’ve begun calling them regularly to let them know I have their mail (I drove it to them twice). They’re very rude about it, though, so I’ve stopped dropping it off. I’ve perfected quiet, simmering anger. I feel like this is a valid response. The whole thing is an injustice with me trapped in the middle.