…Clueless

I am lying on my bed at the moment. . . Thinking. . . Why, why can’t I get angry at some people. Somebody asked me this question. But the thing is, when you know, you are aware of the fact that what the other person said or did, she didn’t mean it. I get pissed too for a while but then I chuck it. I mean, whats the use whining and crying when you know the other person does care. But sometimes people may call or think of me as a fake who doesn’t actually bother about the other person so that’s why he’s not angry.
But I am bothered so much that I don’t actually wish to get angry over silly little things and just to prove a point get that person to apologize. I am ready to compromise my own ego and even apologise for things that I didn’t do. And I certainly don’t have problems with the other person getting angry with me. Because I know the other person won’t stay angry for long. So if I bend first, I won’t die. I know the other person did what she did in disgust. I got disgusted too. But I cooled down. And I know the other person is a little sensitive.
I don’t why I’m writing all this. But I had to let it out somewhere. Even if I want to be angry, I can’t. . . Because I know the other person. . . Not just by her name, physical appearance. . . But what she is inside.
Good night.