I don't know if this counts as a proper confession but sometimes I get these thoughts? Like just now, I was behind this patron in the checkout line – quiet, like a normal Tuesday – and I just had this urge to yell the most awful, like, creatively offensive stuff at them. Nothing about them, just *things*. I'm a librarian, ffs, I help people. Anyone else get these sudden, totally unprovoked flashes of pure malice? It’s not even anger, just… noise. I feel like maybe I'm losing it, a little.