From the book: "People grow more rude and she'd as soon wish them away."
Disappointment, with the need to withdraw or escape. Disgust, with the desire to get my fingers around someone's neck. I'm doing the first, with a seething rage that wants to do the second. Five minutes, a can of Goya Beans in the toe of a sock. Pretty sure that is what is in her basket. Thought I'd grown past this much hate. Back to square zero.
Begin again again.
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Feels like lately I catch and reset myself frequently to get back to emotional sobriety.
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