Frustration
When frustration blooms, everything just seems to be so messed up. Everything is incoherent and anything new that springs up is just another messy annoyance. Of all the times which i get frustrated, perhaps the most dangerously brittle of situations is when i'm dealing with such people that cannot accept the fact of my rancid demeanor when i am unwilling to carry out a task. This can really tick me off and set off the alarms that warn be not to fall down from the brink of a controlled and composed emotional state, and into the fits of anger that i so despise.
What strikes off the frustration is as simple as a word of ignorant, egocentric, narcissistic expression. These few qualities of speech, if put in the right manner, shall be set as catalysts on the bridge between delight and anger. Though, there are still some unacceptable traits in my books. I am not person who would accept utterly everything in sight of mind, i too have my own discrepencies and idiosyncrasies.
Of those who have not seen me in such an angered frustration, it would be unlikely for you to see me in such a state. After much trials of hidden hate, i have come to a conclusion that i should not render myself to such an extent as to be in anger of anyone in any situation. Perhaps this seems as an impossible task, but this is what i am heading towards. So far, i've managed to be in a composed manner most of the time, but there are still instances of far too much stress, which i can no longer be deprived of that beseeched pathway to vent my emotions. If you so wish to be in the path of my ventings of dispassionate nature, be my guest, because you asked for it. I am not put in place of that dreadful manner easily, but if you are to cross those lines of i will promise you a time to remember.
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