Unleashing Inner Super Saiyan

"Why the long face?"

She did not answer. Even an idiot could notice that there was something wrong with her, as her feeling was etched on her face. She threw herself on the couch right next to me and took a deep breath. Her empty gaze was fixed on some point in the air. Few seconds had passed before she finally broke the silence.

"I am so mad my stomach hurts."

Then she spent the next ten minutes getting some aggression out. She was furious. I knew that she was a stoic person; she rarely complained about anything, and she said sorry for things that were not even her fault. What I witnessed that afternoon while chilling on some random sofa was a truly peculiar view. She was fuming over someone's imperious attitude, inconsiderate bid, and petty crap. She just blabbered everything out. And there were a lot of curses--"that bitch" being one of them.

I sat and listened. This girl next to me despised someone so much that her hatred and wrath seemingly seeped through her veins, creating various psychosomatic byproduct symptoms. As much as I wanted to be someone comforting, watching this enraged version of her was fascinating in an oddly unique way.

She mentioned something about a root cause. 

"You don't respect this person." I pointed out the key takeaway, making sure that I was on the same page as her. "What needs to be done, then?"

"Nothing. At least on my side." she answered without hesitation. From the way she spoke, she did make herself crystal clear. Even with all the wisdom and understanding surrounding her--about integrity, beliefs, truth, ethic, and relativity--she would stand like a rock in regards to the absolute statement that followed. "For respect is earned."

Whatever this bitch had done in the past,

I thought it must be quite a remarkable achievement.