What a gross morning.
I yelled a lot this morning.
As I’m yelling, I know I shouldn’t be yelling, but I yell anyway.
It’s like I can’t stop myself.
I know I can, but I don’t. And it’s gross.
It’s gross because in the moment I feel so much better when I’m yelling.
I feel better, but whoever is at the other end obviously does not.
And that’s gross.