Most of the time when people make me want to break their jaw, I just ignore the impulse and slip away silently. I pacify myself saying that my actions prove that I've skipped five levels of maturity. But now when I've got them all piled up like that, maybe the pride of skipping maturity levels isn't good enough to fill in. I've left so many things unsaid, just because I know that they won't understand. It's so hard for a person to get in sync with your own thoughts-even when they do try. Even worse, they might not care. Most people care for your feelings only to the extent of where they might be blamed. I can't help but wonder, what would have happened if I did scream my feelings out at the moment? They'll never know; they'll never know that they were being stupid. They'll live their entire life in the notion that they were always right. Maybe I'd get into a nasty disagreement, but atleast it wouldn't haunt me like it does now.