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a hissy fit is an uncontrollable display of frustration and anger, common for children and immature adults.
It starts small~ a sigh sharp enough to slice drywall, a muttered well I never, then a dramatic shuffle of papers that did absolutely nothing wrong. Then the arms cross. The eyebrows rise. The soul leaves the body for a brief smoke break. Suddenly this fully grown human~ tax-paying, grocery-shopping, responsible-for-a-mortgage human~ is having a full-tilt hissy fit because the Wi-Fi blinked or someone said calm down. There’s foot tapping. There’s theatrical breathing. There’s a moment where they stare into the middle distance like a pioneer widow who just broke the last jar of peaches. And you stand there thinking, Lord help us, the toddler has escaped and taken over the adult body. But eventually~ after the sighs, the flutters, the tragic monologue about how no one understands the gravity of the situation~ they return to themselves, smooth their shirt, clear their throat, and say with great dignity, “I’m fine now.”
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