Sometimes people want to murder their own family and friends. In fact, it happens more frequently then you might think. Statistics show that you're more likely to be killed by a close family member on Christmas Eve than any other time. That does not link to any statistics, by the way. I know Christmas seems far away, but don't get too comfortable — you might get yours tonight.
I wanted to murder a close friend this weekend, but providence won the day. I was helping him move into a fourth-floor walk-up, and after fifteen or so trips (wherein I diagnosed myself with tachycardia, smelled hamburger helper, heard top-volume reggaeton & devised several clever methods for getting boxes up stairs quickly), I elected to pour myself a beer. He rose from the floor where he was idly fiddling with audio equipment and unironically said, "Yo man — how about more carrying and less drinking?"
I considered throwing the glass at his head, trying to push him out the window, or taking a flying leap feet-first into his pile of high-dollar electronics. Instead, I took a deep breath, drank my beer, and continued carrying boxes. See? See?