I sometimes feel the urge to hurt Alanis Morissette emotionally.
I wish to point out the logistical inconsistencies in her songs, list all the GRE-words she has ever used incorrectly, and lay out all the evidence of her transparent emotional dishonesty. I also want to hit her.
I am aware that this interaction would do neither of us any good. Thus, if I were ever, through some bizarre circumstance, to meet Ms. Morissette, I would not attempt to harm her. I admit to this flaw in my psyche in an attempt to acknowledge its irrationality and, eventually, free myself of its toxic effect upon my soul.
From here I can only move forward.