Fed up

I am fed up, totally fed up. No, it's worse, fed up is too shy a sentence to describe what I feel. Big Brother needs a lesson. I would love to tie him up and spank his sorry ass into submission, but that would not help me nor him. I try to win my feuds by explaining, I know that crossing swords is too medieval and should be left in medieval times. You see, I have been blessed with coming into contact with some true people through whom I have learnt volumes. Sometimes, when you're not getting anywhere it's best to leave it. But not now. I am not leaving it. I am 35, and have everything. But I did not choose to be this way. It happened, through luck, fate or Mrs. Destiny. I could have very well been born into shameful solitude and been shunned. But I didn't. And that happened through no effort of mine. Some people are not so lucky. So please let them live and let them find a brighter future. It requires no effort on your part, just don't do anything at all. That would be enough. I guess I am not fed up, but I feel the anger building up inside. This isn't fair, it hurts me, but forget about me. It is hurting someone else, and that should never be, all the more so when someone little is hurting too. I don't know what to do anymore. Should I make a special order for a whip for the occasion? Or what?