Anger is a Many Splendored Thing

My wife, Kathy, just called me from her work.....in tears. "I just can't stop crying". It irritates me that she is doing that. It makes me feel guilty I am irritated. It makes me feel inadequate in my sorrow for Seth......why am I not broken down into a sobbing mess on occasion? It enrages me towards Vincent Santiago. It enrages me about the millions of people on this planet who behave carelessly and foolishly and then want it to be "an accident" or "or I didn't mean to...." or "I was [mad, sad, distracted, scratching my balls, etc etc]" as if that would excuse killing a person and destroying the emotional fabric of a family. Off with their fucking heads! And don't think I am kidding or speaking in a moment of distress. I am 58 years old and have observed enough of people that my low opinion of the intelligence, emotional stability, and capability to function as an adult of the average person is supported by lots of data. When we tolerate carelessness from adults we make life more difficult for everyone.