I've thought about it, and I've decided that it's bullshit.
That I don't deserve it.
That I don't like it, and that I shouldn't have to like it.
That I have every right to be irritated.
That it doesn't have to make sense, even to me.
That I'm too fucking nice.
That there's probably a proverb that covers this situation, but I can't think of it right now, because I've been drinking.
That I should have just stayed home tonight.
That it's a pretty clever title, but that I probably should have saved it for a longer entry.