Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy...
I met the lady today that wasted a lot of my money. I wanted to give her a piece of my mind, but politeness doesn't allow that. All through her presentation, I felt myself getting more and more tense. Everyone was so enthused, and I just wanted to tell them all how fucked up the thing is. But I couldn't.
Instead, I put on my happy face, and did the little song and dance that everyone expected. If you don't, they'll think that you're just being a sourpuss, and spoil-sport. After all, isn't it the pinnacle of civilization? Wouldn't they be surprised if they only knew!
But no, my talk stayed balanced, and fair. Probably a little too fair for what happened. Sometimes I just want to rage.
Keep the rage bottled up (you don't want them to think you're a lunatic). Don't express emotion. Keep a stiff upper lip.
Don't talk about it...