I would never begrudge someone their enjoyment of their own success; I’m quite happy being happy for other people. However, sometimes, when someone busts into the room on their purple, rainbow-pooping, winged unicorn, I find that, occasionally, every now and again, I am in no fucking mood.
That is to say, I don’t want anyone to be less happy. But I don’t always welcome being slathered in rainbows.
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