Can we talk about something else? Can we talk about something else? Oh, Oh, Hello out there.

One of the scariest forms a human being

one of the scariest forms a human being can take is that of being stretched to its limit, ready to snap, as they say.

Walking around wishing someone would, looking for any reason, any reason at all to pop their top and let it out, blow off the steam,

snap someone's stupid smarmy little face shut with a few sharp words or a single movement, a single look even.

It feels good as a human being a homo sapien to access that ancient DNA.

It's deeply satisfying to suddenly cut the shit and shove it

into a deserving yap. People are too comfortable these days being arrogant being

obnoxious, being rude pretentious, patronizing,

superior.

And it feels good to just slap someone upside their head on occasion.

To watch as it dawns on them that the facade they constructed was always just that.

A facade. And that at any moment someone could have just stepped through it and shoved two fingers

up their nose to drag them around the room a little with.

It's satisfying to see it in their eyes, their own ancient DNA lighting up.

Uh-oh, am I in actual danger here? And then the admonishment start flying like

impotent poorly constructed paper planes, thudding to the ground, nose diving as the

abuse ramps up. You can't speak to me like that. You can't put your hands on me. You can't you can't you can't do this.

Well, looks like I'm doing it mouthpiece looks like I can. Shouldn't is the word I believe you're looking for. It's

scary when someone snaps. Entertaining as well, no doubt about that, but scary.

Because you never know if they'll stop if they'll come back

to their senses regain elasticity so to speak it's that slow boil that worst though. Snapping is one thing but boiling over. Oh God, that's not good.

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