Process this!

There are times when something upsets me and I want to analyze it and talk to the person and let them know what they did and why it hurt me, yadda yadda yadda.

And then there are times when I just plain want to be mad, or angry, and stay that way and simmer and stew and bake and all of the other cooking terms we’ve applied to our emotional states.

The logical and rational part of me realizes that this is unhealthy, and that the offending party will probably never know about it. That part of me also argues that I hate when this is done to me. Unfortunately, at this stage of my anger, I’m usually very irrational and have given logic a nice long vacation with an open bar.

So what happens when the unfathomably rude act meets the impossibly endless well of patience and forgiveness?

I dunno, but here’s a cute cartoon about a similar type of paradox.