I used to have a lot more patience with people, lately they get on my nerves much more easily. Not to say I'd snap at you for nothing at all, it's just that I was good at brushing off some idiots' remarks or not caring for some behaviours too much.

Now my policy seems to be "You're past this point of mediocrity -> go die in a pool of lava, not even going to talk to you ever again", which is sometimes funny to see, I suppose.

Edit: Also, politely () asking a professor of yours to go fuck themselves -- when in your opinion they deserve it -- is definitely a great sensation. It blossoms from your chest in an explosion of hatred and disgust.

Great memories. I liked it better when I was a polite and calm person, but this side of myself has its advantages too.