#gas2

The man I love has a wife, and then he chooses her over me. And then that wife takes my dog. Okay, she didn’t take the dog. I gave it to her, but I didn’t mean to give it to her, I meant to give it to him. But that does not change the fact that she’s got my McDreamy, and my McDog. She’s got my McLife. And what have I got? You know, I can’t remember the last time we kissed, cause you never think the last time is the last time. You think there’ll be more. You think you have forever but you don’t.

In life, we are taught that there are seven deadly sins. We all know the big ones: gluttony, pride, lust. But the thing you don't hear much about is anger. Maybe it's because we think anger is not that dangerous, that you can control it. My point is, maybe we don't give anger enough credit. Maybe it can be a lot more dangerous than we think. After all, when it comes to destructive behaviour, it did make the top seven. So what makes anger different from the six other deadly sins? It's pretty simple really. You give in to a sin like envy or pride and you only hurt yourself. Try lust or coveting and you'll only hurt yourself and one or two others. But anger? Anger is the worst. The mother of all sins. Not only can anger drive you over the edge, but when it does you can take an awful lot of people with you.

How do you keep your edge, sir? Because I watch you, and you've been doing this a long time, and you're clean. You're focused when you're on the job. Nothing gets to you. And the thing is, sir, I was like that. Until I got here. Until I actually started doing this job and now everything is... is fuzzy. You see, sir, this is the point. Because I can't tell you. What happened in that room, I can't tell you. And before, I could have. No guilt, no loyalties, no problem. Before... before I wouldn't even have been in that room. I wouldn't have gotten involved. I would have never frozen in surgery, and I would have told him what I thought he should do. I had an edge, sir. I had an edge and I've lost it. And I need it. I need it back. So, if you could just tell me how you keep yours, and how not to be affected, I know I could be a great surgeon.

Let's say you were drafted to a team that wasn't your first pick, you know? You don't like the players, you hate the way they play the game. You even think the quaterback's is full of crap. The quaterback's a pain in the ass that you don't owe a damned thing to. But, it's your team. You don't quit. You don't talk to the press. You don't bitch to the coach. You just go out there every Sunday and you make the blocks, and you take the hits, and you play to win. You show up, and you suit up, and you play. Because it's your freaking team.