I hate pettiness. I hate disagreements that have no reason, simply because of a difference of opinion or one simple little thing that has nothing to do with the rest of the world.
I hate it when I get insults flowing into my face with the consistency of powder running through wet flour and dripping down my back in thick lumps.
On the other hand.. the look of my healing skin pleases me. It's red and raw, fresh and healthy, held together by sinewy strands of cells. It feels good to look at it, like I'm accomplishing something.
Sometimes I wonder about myself.