Sure, be furious.
But what do I gain by lashing out when the anxiety, the sickening suffocating loneliness and the sheer impossible manner in which I am expected to keep on surviving, let alone living or even thriving reaches boiling point?
I just end up alienating yet a few more people who were once upon a time quite well-disposed towards me.
And it’s not like any of my friends and family, near or far had a hand in the losing streak my personal and somewhat peculiar deck of cards seems so often to produce.
I should probably apply to the proper authorities to get my forehead stamped with a health warning of some kind as well as a strict expiry date ..