Oh, grow up!

You know, sometimes I can be such an idiot, over little things. Give me a real problem to deal with, and I am there. Natural disaster, bodily injury, property damage... I can be the poster child in the crisis management textbook. And then I'll turn around and let some little frustration get to me, turn me into a weepy, irritable mess, inclined to snap at entirely undeserving people. What is that?

Fortunately, over the years, I've pretty much learned to bite my tongue and walk (run) away before I really make a mess of things; but I'd really prefer to outgrow the whole silly inclination to begin with. Anytime now would be good.