Prologue
Infuriating.
Annoying.
Either the neighbors or the parents; either the passers-by or the city noise; either you yourself or the environment; either the very realization that something is infuriating or you don’t even know what it is.
It’s just infuriating.
Showing emotions just isn’t nice, so you try not to notice it. In the end, you don’t even notice how everything becomes even more infuriating.
And if you suddenly notice, it’s not clear anymore whether you should continue raging or not.
It is unclear whether you should clench your fists.
That’s how you’ll have to endure it to the very end.
There are such people.
And I – am one of them.