We curse the rain; reprimand flat tires; scold spilled milk. We do this fully-aware that we will never get a reaction from the object of our ire. So, where does our sanity go in these moments? Why such temporary insanity over something we know better than to expect any response let alone a rational one? Although we may lose sight of reason for a moment, the actions we take in those moments are accountable actions. There may be no need to cry over spilled milk, but there certainly can be reason to cry over spilled reason.