resentment
Resentment is like convening a private tribunal in one’s mind to loudly protest perceived slights. It meticulously catalogs every breach of etiquette as evidence stored in the heart, yet wields no real power to act. Meanwhile, anger swells without purpose, masquerading as a demand for justice while secretly flaunting one’s own superiority. Ultimately it subsides in a sigh, only to embark on a fruitless quest for the next grievance.