Few things are different now.
I'm not afraid to be mad at you. If I'm right, if I'm absolutely right, then there's no point to succumb to please you. You can't say something completely infuriating, and expect me to still be polite about it. Of course part of me felt bad for having all that adrenaline rush wasted over talking to someone whom existence is non-important in its entirety. Losing my sleep and rest day frivolously spent all for nothing. I hate that. It's okay to be mad but do it in a way that doesn't kill you after.
Curve to learn.
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