When I am angry at people for the mistakes they make, more often than not it is just me losing my tolerance. I respond in words or actions, point blank or using idiomatic expressions relating to the idiotic things they do. I don’t curse, but I can be painfully blunt. Anger, I believe, is a form of energy if channeled positively.
My words, I know, are quite cutting. But they always come with solutions, instructions or at the very least with points to ponder. I don’t throw things, although I have done that. Three times in my entire life. No regret. If I can still talk, I still care. I would go for a walk and still come back.
But when I am disappointed with people for the mistakes they repeatedly make, it is then me losing my trust and hope. Taking all the frustrations in, I let it consume me to the point where I no longer have words, nor do I take actions. There is no return. And when that happens, I no longer care. So I will walk… away.
Questa è Enida 
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