So I just spent an inordinate amount of time having rage over getting the crappiest gift at work for this "secret Santa". Just had a moment of perspective (thank you).
My life is good. I don't know if that person who was giving me the gift is going through things or maybe felt forced to do this gift exchange and couldn't really afford it.
I'm like that five year old boy who didn't get what he wanted. These are one of those times in life where I have to stop being so immature and realize that in the grand scheme of things, this doesn't and shouldn't really matter.
Yikes. Obviously there is some underlying feelings/resentments/reasons (particularly at work) that is leading me to be this...psycho
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