Remember that great childhood song?
"Nobody loves me, everybody hates me
Guess I'll go eat worms…
Long thin slimy ones, short fat juicy ones…"
Ring any bells?
Why do we gather grievances and hold
them to our bosoms as if they were priceless jewels?
Sound strange to put it like this?
Well, think about it…
Aren't some of your tastiest moments those
spent going over the offences done to you?
You know… really getting into it?
What do ya say?
Sound at all familiar?
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