When I was young, I often helped my grandfather water the vegetables in the yard. The old man would water the vegetables while lowering his head and muttering angrily, not knowing what he was cursing. I always found it strange; clearly no one was bothering him, so why was he always so angry? Later, I dropped out of school, worked part-time, got married, and then divorced. One day, while delivering takeout, I suddenly started yelling at the air in front of me. As I cursed and yelled, I suddenly remembered my grandfather. At that moment, I finally understood that the old man was never cursing others. He was cursing himself, the one who was wronged but didn't know how to fight back. (From Reincarnation's Netizen)