I never would want to hurt a fly... more so a grown person. But sometimes, no matter how careful I am about emotions, I slip. If only I can just shrug it off and just say, "That'll happen", --as one of my good friends would always say-- but I can't. I would carry it on my shoulder, lose sleep over it, get pimples (ok, more pimples) because of it...y'know, standard reaction. I know that the medicine prescribed for these kind of ailment would be forgiveness, punching away discomfort, and of course, good old laughter. If only I could get these from a drug store... sorry na po... :(