Why be bitter?

There are times when I surprise myself. Like, it is sort of usual if I hold the exact opposite idea of the world as compared to the wise. I mean, well, they ARE the wise, aren't they, and I am probably as far from wise as you can get while still counting as human. But then, there are those times when my ideas vibe with theirs. Possibly, like a clock that has totally stopped, I am allowed a couple