I guess this is just a reflection/confession, maybe you've noticed similar themes in your life.

I've been consumed with anger for my two new housemates over the past three days. My anger is usually rare, contained, and accompanied by discomfort, but this time I feel righteous and indignant. I almost look forward to them doing the 'wrong thing' (such as not offering me something, not asking how my day was, leaving things in public spaces...) so I can retreat and nurse the fire. 

I feel intoxicated.

Some fraction of me knows that my perception is at least a bit warped. My housemates fuck up, but my emotional response is intergalactic and partially inspired by my poor self-esteem and weak social skills.

Anger can be a dangerous toy for the bordy who can generate chaos almost for chaos' sake. It's hurting my partner, who is a very gentle and supportive person. My thoughts can be so petty and self-centric but it's so hard to fight in the moment.

Maybe others can relate.