The passage of time will usually extract the venom from most things and render them harmless. Then, sooner or later, I forget about them. This happens to us all.
In the course of my life so far, I've been able to keep my world in a relatively stable state by avoiding most useless troubles through the activation of this emotional management system. I have succeeded in maintaining a rather effective way all this time to the point it has become a matter of pride to me.
When it comes to person X, however, my system refuses to function and this fact annoys the hell out of me. I've known of people to be far worse human beings, but person X, an egoist with nothing inside seems to make me want to smackabitch.
