Non-mysterious source of my blind rage

One thinks of people as being a common source of frustration, but I don’t believe I have in recent memory encountered any person, or anything at all in fact, so frustrating as the situation I encountered this morning when I tried to put on sweat pants while wearing tennis shoes — the most ridiculously painful and unpleasant thing looking at my foot stuck where the knee should be and being unable to move it either forward or back and leaving me almost exploding with rage. This after the first foot had gone through relatively easily.

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