Lately I increasingly feel that my entire life consists of being slowly beaten to death by four-year-olds. Not literal four-year-olds, but people who seem equally lacking in the ability to understand the effects their actions are having or what actions they ought to take instead in order to not have those effects. People who I'm required to forgive and be nice to and try to avoid giving black eyes to because they don't really understand these things. Yet when there are 25 four-year-olds all attacking me at once, they really can do serious damage to me. And I go on forgiving them, because I don't have it in me to really loathe and despise a four-year-old; but I'm starting to really wish like anything that I could exchange them all for seriously evil people who I could actually feel comfortble hating.