Frustration is a result of pride.

I guess.

That’s all I can figure out at the moment, because after a few intensely frustrating hours of life, I feel shallow and pitiful trying to maintain my anger at things not going the way I want them to go. It feels childish to sit here at my desk and avoid paying bills by feeling persecuted because other people aren’t behaving as robotically as I expect them to. It feels so wrong, in fact, that I know there must be something deeply wrong about it.

Whining sucks. I know this from experience with it. Continue reading →