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However, here's the thing: From your end, he's "always" angry. From his end, he's had two blowups spread across several months and, in between those incidents, he successfully resisted the urge to explode 162 times. His anger urges come more often than yours, and he feels them more strongly. For him, every "normal" day is the result of a hard-won battle ... but, you only see when he loses. He sees himself as the hero of his own life, battered and bruised by his personal demons. You see him as a ridiculous manchild who loves to hear himself yell. You hate his unstable, raging ass.

Or, you see the way your depressed friend gets home from work and immediately crashes on the sofa, refusing to go out or do anything fun. You hate the way she just ... gives up and refuses to even talk about it. Invisible to you is the brutal effort she exerted just to make it through work. So, you get annoyed. Or, you find your partner cheating on you. You didn't see all of the dozens of times he had the urge and resisted. You only see the moment he finally gave in. And you want to fucking kill him for it.

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Basically half of all country music careers are started this way.

And because you only showed up in the aftermath of these battles, they consider your complaints to be the equivalent of some bureaucrats browbeating Arnold Schwarzenegger's character after the events of Predator. "Why did you blow up a whole jungle, asshole? Your whole crew is dead, and it's your fault! No, I don't want to hear your excuses! Whose arm is this?"