conversation with my own head
me ; can i really get mad at people? like,can i throw insult and get away with it?
head ; sure,only let me hear it and you'll be just fine..
me ; but i feel like killing that dude too..
head ; go ahead,poke-out his eyeballs,hit his brain like mad,but let only me see it..
me ; ok.. (start making my white-eye mode,making sure my cornea facing my brain,you know,and start killing that "hey i'm rich so what do i care about what you do!"-in my head)
now i'm smilling again,the guy's dead and walking away in one piece.