20260901 The anger of being Angry

 Where did it come from?

 I don't think it was because while I was settling for Dinner, we all realised no one (me) was picking up my Kid's end of shift at 1930.

 I don't think it was because of some nut made an illegal U-turn in front of me and I forgot to horn him.

 But it might have been as well. Because I can feel that anger simmering when I got back. And due to the way I drove. With my Wife gone now, my Mind was quite flustered.


The Trigger

 As soon as I plopped my Wallet on the boxes, the Bluetooth earplug set fell off and rattled on the floor.

 Thinking its a non-issue, I reached to pick it up. But its rounded shaped eluded my fingers

 I bent down again and picked it up. Yet is slipped away.

 By the third time, I was already annoyed. So I grabbed the fucking thing. And it slipped away again.

 Last straw. Picked up the fucking piece of shit after I leaned way down. Crushing grabbed the shit and it won't budge. Only thing on my mind was this is a shit earpiece as the sound was all muffled.

 Smashed it on the floor and it broke to pieces. 

 Temper went down very fast after that.

 

The Aftermath


 Saw the pieces all over the hard tiles. Don't give a fucking shit.

 Anyone stepped on the debris? Don't care.

 Phone went silent, realized its Bluetooth was connected to that fucking pink shit. Un-paired the fuck out of it.

The fcking battery is small and everything was snap-fit together.