Okay so this is going to sound absolutely insane, and I know it, I really do, but I need to know if anyone else has ever felt this kind of visceral, almost violent urge to just completely detonate a situation for no good reason. Like, I was giving my final presentation today, the one that’s like 40% of my grade, in this big, silent lecture hall, and I was doing really well, actually. The slides were good, my notes were minimal, I was making eye contact, all the things you’re supposed to do. And Professor Davies, who is just… ugh, Professor Davies, was sitting there in the front row, scribbling away, probably deducting points for breathing too loudly, and I just had this sudden, overwhelming impulse to scream "FUCK YOU" at the top of my lungs. Not a quiet, mumbled "fuck," but a full, ear-splitting, primal scream, right there, in the dead silence, directly at his condescending, tweed-jacketed face. It came out of nowhere, you know? Like one second I’m explaining some incredibly boring economic model, and the next I’m picturing myself just absolutely losing it, throwing my clicker across the room, and just letting loose with every single profanity I know, just unloading on him, on the entire system, on the sheer ridiculousness of having to stand there and perform for someone who probably doesn’t even remember my name. I mean, what is that? Am I just totally burnt out from this semester, from everything? The rent hike on my tiny apartment, the bills that just keep piling up, feeling like I’m constantly running on fumes just to stay afloat in this city, every single day, every single day it just feels like more pressure, more pressure, and I’m just so damn tired. And the worst part is, I didn't do it, obviously. I just swallowed it down, smiled, delivered my conclusion, and answered his ridiculously nitpicky questions like the good little student I'm supposed to be. But the feeling… it lingered. It’s still lingering, actually, like a tight knot in my stomach. That intense, almost irresistible urge to just explode, to shatter the artificial calm of the room, to just be completely, utterly, unapologetically feral for five seconds. Anyone else ever feel like they’re one tiny, insignificant stressor away from just completely abandoning all civility and screaming at a professor who really, *really* needs to get a new hobby? Or just screaming at the void in general? Because honestly, I’m starting to worry about myself.