I have recently been forced to deal with a horrible version of myself. A petty, unfocused, angry side that was scary and probably unpleasant at the least to deal with. I could make excuses and say I was dealing with the grief from Chunky dying, but I could just own up to it and admit that this was not just grief. It was all these things at once and instead of being the bigger person and just dealing with it, I went petty. I did not like seeing myself like that, but in the present, I was tired, stressed, and selfish. I tend to become selfish. It’s a trait that…