I can understand emotions. I've certainly felt my share of them, good and bad.
I can understand sulking. When upset, I run away and am antisocial until I kick myself out of it.
I can understand resentment. I've harbored certain grudges for longer than I should, choosing to ignore extenuating circumstances.
I can understand anger. I have a short temper and can remember physically trembling with rage, not too long ago.
I can understand jealousy. I've obsessed over pictures and AIM logs.
What I can't understand is when bystanders condone and cater to these illogical behaviors. If he walks, talks, and acts crazy, treat him like he's crazy.
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