Control. Something I struggle with every day. Not so much control of others, as myself. More often then not my lack of self-control stunts any progress wishing to be achieved. Specifically when it comes controlling my anger. Torn between wanting to rip apart a person with my bare hands or verbally bitch-slapping them into a cringing pile of crying, cretinous slim, or asking, “now what would Jesus do?” is where I hover.
I missed the boat on this one. Early on this “proper England bitch” makes the statement (in your best upper-class English drawl) “Well it’s better to control the people,” and I didn’t hear it because I couldn’t wait to tear them apart. I should have let them run their mouths before I ran mine.
Nonetheless this is the enemy.