I try not to be pretentious about it but there's pangs of the "Old Owl" coming up out of the ground sometimes. Sometimes it's very hard to resist because I feel like just veering my car off the road and crashing it into a tree to just be destructive in a sense, like I feel a pull to just break off from friends and go it alone and just regress back to being a hateful subhuman.
The desire is there because the opportunity presents itself constantly. Have to figure out how to excise this cancer or ignore it in lieu of self-betterment.