That you can think of little else? That the last thought in your mind before you fall asleep are angry ones, and you wake up every few hours dreaming of it? That you are so mad that you lie in bed for hours before your spouse wakes up fuming about what is upsetting you?

Have you ever been so mad that the incident that pissed you off originally was just the last straw? A dam of mad spills into you and you are mad about everything? Every slight you thought you had forgotten, every argument you thought you were over, every single thing that ever irritated you becomes part of the hate that is consuming you?

Have you ever questioned your own sanity, wondering where this fury erupted from? Wondering if you held this in for so long that now it has taken a life of its own and you can’t control it? Do you ever fear for the safety of those who pissed in your Wheaties?

What? You haven’t? Me either!