Controlled. Restrained. I don't like the word 'repression'. It's so full of Freud. And dadada. But I do want to know what it is I control. I had a sudden need for slapping your face. And run. I wouldn't like your face slapped. Of course it wasn't the slapping itself, I controlled, but some kind of emotion that would have led to the slapping.
- Control yourself, you said.
You expected me to.
So I did. I controlled myself.
Because you didn't prohibit what let to the impuls, only the potential act. You civilized me. Thank you.
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