So Clayton is mad at me for reasons unknown muttering that I'm an asshole and he has to sleep on the couch. I'm utterly clueless and he won't explain himself or what I have totally inadvertently done to work him into this state which is nothing short of infuriating.

my cognitive side wants to look at my emotional side as they are not always on the same side, what's the difference one may ask...

bam!

e·mo·tion [ih-moh-shuhn]
noun
1.
an affective state of consciousness in which joy, sorrow, fear, hate, or the like, is experienced, as distinguished from cognitive and volitional states of consciousness ( Read more... )

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Concept this ( Read more... )

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