So, the point is, I am petty. I think pettiness is alright as long as you have perspective on it. Same with other purportedly negative outlooks on life. You need ’em. Part of a full pallet of emotional colors.
I want to tear down. Even myself and my own house of twigs.
I want to build up. With improved twigs.
I want the people who’ve hurt me to be hurt and to suffer the scorn of my partisans.
I want partisans.