I’m increasingly less tolerant of a feeling or a state of being other than joy or peace. I’m increasingly losing all fascination with the thoughts that cause upsets. For instance, I don’t find it particularly interesting to be angry anymore. I used to get a perverse sense of false power from anger, and I was good at it. But I don’t find it interesting anymore. I don’t find sadness interesting anymore. I don’t get off on sad stories. They simply don’t touch me.
