I am probably not alone in my disdain for mosquitoes. Those annoying little blood suckers have caused more aggravation and itchy bumps in my lifetime than I would really rather have. I have often wondered why Noah didn't smack just one of those critters and we could have all been done with them once and for all.
A couple of days ago, after one of our lovely afternoon rain showers, I got into my car and was immediately accompanied by a swarm of these flying vampires. I don't mean one or two. It was an entire congregation of them, akin to a Baptist revival on Easter Sunday; and they were more than ready for "dinner on the grounds." I immediately found myself becoming quite angry at these pesky flies. Then, an interesting thought hit me, the way interesting thoughts do hit me in times of distress. Why should I be angry at mosquitoes? They are only doing what mosquitoes do. As irritating as they are, they are only following the natural instincts with which they were born.
How many times do we get angry at other folks when they are simply being who they are? Not saying their behavior is any less annoying. I'm simply suggesting that becoming angry may be a bit of wasted emotion. They are who they are; we can either learn to live with them, or we can choose to walk away. Either of those options seem to be rather viable to me. It is simply a matter of how much "buzzing around your ear" you are willing to tolerate. At least with a mosquito, you can smack her (you know, it's only the female mosquitoes that will bite you) and be done with the problem; with that one particular mosquito, anyway. One sobering question to ask yourself is, "Am I being a 'mosquito' to someone else in my life?" Not saying you should attempt to change your general nature, just a thought that could shed some light.
No one ever promised that every situation in life would be perfect, or even remotely tolerable. Eventually, into every life, a few mosquitoes will eventually fly, even here on the "Sunny Side."