The more one thinks about it, the more absurd it gets, eh?

Violence seems to make so much sense in the heat of the moment, but not when one later considers punching out one of his mom's tea buddies.

As for the lady in the original post, who kept asking "did I hit you?", my mom never drank tea with her, so do what you want to her.

Personally, I don't have any peace as long as I think of violence as a possible solution to a problem.

For a few moments, violence sometimes makes sense and seems not only justified but desireable.

Then, well, I see where my true happiness lies.

As Bill and Ted might have said if they had fixed gear bikes, "ride on, dudes."