Wisdom

Wisdom often involves silence when one feels angry. It would be even more wisdom if you could approach the one who makes you feel upset by softly saying, let's have a talk, why you are so harsh, so angry, calm down, we are friends, I care about you. But no, no, we would not do that. We get self-righteous and we want to get even. So we fling harsher words back with high vocality. We act like fools and we end up as losers. We forget vinegar traps no bees. Maybe things are what they are, for a reason. A man shows himself in all of his "splendor" and squalor when he is angry. Most men are stuck as predictable animals. Few have managed to transcend their animal heritage and behave like angels at all times. Those men are comfortable with themselves. They have no complexes. They have nothing to prove or to hide.

You were admittedly uncomfortable. That reflected in a pathetic dream. Dreams don't lie. They never do. The dream woke you up. You looked at the clock. You felt sad, but you soldiered on and you moved on. You would make it. You are learning an age-old lesson that selfishness is an ingrained trait. There were signs all along, each successive one was more pronounced than the preceding one: the conflicts with kinsfolks, selfishness about books, the keyboard, the lousy temper, the unjustified pride, the lack of ambition and drive, the poor reasoning skills, the lies, and the general lack of respect culminating in shouting and uttering words of
insults.

Be more taciturn and circumspect in dealing with monkeys and assholes.