I recover. I bounce back. I get over what was bothering me. I move on, I let it go. Like the one time that dude told me I would never amount to anything. He said I would never succeed. Listen, dude, I said. I know you think you can just walk by me on the street and know everything about me, but that's just not true. You don't know me. You can't judge me. Keep moving, get out of here. I pick up a tomato next to me. Yes, there happen to be tomatoes next to me. I want to throw one at the man. I imagine it hitting the back of his head. I imagine how awesome that would be. But I don't throw it. I hold back. Instead I throw it at my little sister who is walking towards me. Yes, I'm so mature.