I always like to believe that I am crazy in a good way. Mostly logical and sensible and then when I am on the verge of being boring I must do something exciting. However sometimes... just sometimes I act in ways I want to disown myself later for. There is only one word for them "Crazy Temper Tantrums" which catch me unawares when I am feeling a bit under the weather. I think it must be in my blood, I have heard rumors of CTT in my ancestors too. Either ways as hard as I try to disown CTT as a part of me it comes back to haunt me. Either ways Jane Austen seems to get me. For more context read below:
"I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I believe, too little yielding— certainly too little for the convenience of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of other so soon as I ought, nor their offenses against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. My temper would perhaps be called resentful. My good opinion once lost, is lost forever."
— Jane Austen (Pride and Prejudice)
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