To be a bitch or not be a bitch? That was Shakespeare's real question I think! Whether it is gus fraba, woosah, or counting to a million, we all have different ways of keeping ourselves calm. What may work for one, does not always work for another. Everyday we meet Karens and Kens. Temptations are all around us that make us want to explode or show a less demure side of ourselves. Even if we do not lash out, we wonder if we are even allowed to be mad. AITA for being upset? Are my feelings justified?