It's tempting to talk about what people have said or done to me, or how they made me feel. But every interaction is a two-way street. Some part of it was me.
Also, despite running out of the house with my pants inside out, getting scolded by ___, having to present at a senior meeting impromptu, I'm gonna keep these tears in. I'm saving them for a major catastrophe. When Isetan stops selling pudding, I'll cry. Until then, no.
I actually have a Part 3 planned; let me read up a bit first. It's something I feel strongly about, and I don't think I want to write about it without having better background knowledge.