Imagine a situation where someone
lacks something. Something which you have, but the situation
calls/relations arent's right/his pride is too big so you can't help. You're
helpless and definitely not helpful.
Which makes you angry, so you tell yourself out loud "Well it's not my fucking fault!" which... technically, isn't. But that's still not helpful and you know you're only telling yourself that in a desperate attempt to not feel
as bad. And this invalidates the thought: "reality" doesn't matter; it
doesn't matter whete the "truth" lies, whether technically it is or not
your fault. The fact your psyche yells out that phrase is a sign you
want to do more. You're not contended with the way things are.
So you just go back to a "Damn it!". And anger. Built up inside.
Building up.
Inside.
Inside.
