I'm feeling bad because I feel good. Really good. Normally, after an argument, I'm reduced to fuming. I shout and scream a bit, and then capitulate and sulk. But a fun, heated debate somehow became an argument, because--in my opinion--the other person can't stand to lose. They were asserting counter examples existed yet they threw up a smokescreen of excuses instead of finding one, and attempted to "push all my buttons". Then they broke down in tears, and finally walked out, and are now sulking. So basically, I inflicted emotional hurt on another person. And yet I feel fantastic about it. Although, I remain concerned that they'll do something stupid. (And while we're on the subject, how do you answer, when--after inquiring where they're going--they ask, "Why do you care? Why are you worried about me?") On sober reflection, I pushed the argument further than I needed to. I could have stopped. I s'pose I believe they deserved it. And I'll no doubt resume my passive-aggressive capitulation, but this little victory will cheer me for a while. I'm not sure that makes me a great person.