
Not the neat, polite dislikes you can explain at dinner, but that sudden heat in your chest when a person speaks a certain way, when a rule feels unjust, when you watch someone get praised for what you find ugly.

Not the neat, polite dislikes you can explain at dinner, but that sudden heat in your chest when a person speaks a certain way, when a rule feels unjust, when you watch someone get praised for what you find ugly.

On the surface, these words treat life as something mysterious, as if it were a riddle or an unsolved case, and then firmly say: it is not a problem.