on recent personal events

[trainedinsambo]

... You turn to me... as your vent?

Why not the... [He looks almost disbelieving, waving a hand dismissively.] ...demon, or the alchemist?

... You do not answer. Why?

[A pause, before his neutral expression darkens.] You are quick to scorn today. Truly, you must rid yourself... of such toxic environments. They mar your creative mind... with anger and cynicism.

And pay no mind... to those that you feel have slighted you. As you are... keen to say... "Those that matter, do not mind; those that mind, do not matter."

On one last note... Vivaldi.

[Insert the mun's confused face here.]

Winter, from his Four Seasons. Listen to it. Imagine a harsh storm... sweeping the vista of your thoughts.

Become the storm... blowing those that offend you aside.

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sup fellow commie

[majorcrotchgrab]

As poetic as your advice is, surely you know how fickle muns are. They never listen.

hello, comrade!

[trainedinsambo]

She... is surprisingly mindful of advice, actually.

[A sigh.] It has been a while since... this sort of seething anger. It's a shame, since she's... actually rather pleasant, otherwise.

[majorcrotchgrab]

You're lucky then. With mine, things just go in one ear and out the other. Or it'll stay in her head but she won't do anything with it.

Hopefully yours will be able to sort through her problems. Sounds like she's having a rough time.