Patience is a virtue—some privileged asshole who had nothing better to do in life came up with this idiotic thought. Being polite and patient and considerate and all goody two shoes just steamrolls you and batters your ego to death.
It's fucking difficult to be patient, especially when you're suffering fools. Why even? What good will it do except avoid conflict? But what about the anger that's seething in your mind? Why do we have to categorise rage and anger as negative and patience and nicety as positive? I would really like to meet that dumbfuck who must have made this rule in society and torture them to death.
Sometimes I try to kill the person (in my mind, obviously), or sometimes I imagine that person (there are multiple, btw) dies of a horrible heart attack, or sometimes they get flattened with the cement by a bulldozer, and people get to see their bulldozed corpse in a twisted position with eyes that are bulgding and wide or broken front teeth as they walk over them. Walk over that cemented path, I mean. Like how people walk on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. I would name it Glad-This-Motherfucker-Died Lane.
Anyway. Enough of my useless rant. I need to get back to work now.
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