What kind of misery we don't share that stews and festers within us for the most trivial of reasons, for a voice or a word or an event that grows and grows the more we replay it, fix upon it, and think of it until it is stifling to even breath for the weight of this is so very strong. The day to day miseries, the problems and questions that arise because there is no milk, or the newspaper is wet, or it's cloudy, or we overslept, all this rankles us until at the slightest provocation we gnash our teeth in anger and slink away in regret.