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So I figured it all out. I like power. I like to be in control. And I'm not happy when I feel like I have no authority over something. It frustrates me. And then I become angry. And I've come to realize that I use my anger as a tool. I become so angry that I rely on it to scare people into letting me have my way. And then I have the power and control I wanted in the first place. In other words, I would make an excellent tyrant. Not that it really helps that of my roommates, one only wants the whole world to be happy before she lifts a finger or bats and eye and the other is looking to her for support in every matter. Honey, if I want to move a dresser and I'm not happy where it is now, don't you think she's going to try to bend over backwards to make everyone happy, not just you? In the end, I don't think either of my roommates have backbones.