4. The ‘Rage’
When the ‘rage’ summons itself upon you, you can’t help but flare your nostrils and curse quietly as you listen to your inattentive friend eating some form of sloppy hangover food boorishly. Although you are more than certain she’s slobbering over a plate just to anger you – the chances are she’s not. But as with most angry, intolerant people who have squinted eyes and their hands pressed firmly on their heads in an attempt to recollect their patience, they are really a sermon upon themselves: The idiot who thought it would be ‘spontaneous’ to open a bottle of Bombay Sapphire at 3 a.m.
