Furious and why?

I was a bad daughter today. How unlike the goody two shoes that I have seemingly begun to represent to the outside world and to my family as well. But I had a pent up anger inside me. It always starts as a microscopic entity and moves on to achieve humongous proportions. The trigger this time has been someone's extremely laid back attitude. My brother thinks at times I pretend to be like Dad but he doesn't understand that I am my father's daughter. It was but apparent that there would be at least one offspring who would absorb his teachings, principles and, at times, rantings. I am that offspring. Therefore, it is not anyone else's fault but my own when I start getting affected by the observations around me. 

Today I was to fill up a form and have the timings set for the picture and thumb impressions to be taken. I actually did make the effort of going all the way to the registration desk and asking for the details. It was only later that I was showered with a short dialogue of displeasure by my most noble father. The reason being I hadn't registered the family as yet into the system. Maybe I should have felt guilty about it, instead I was furious. In my rage I went to the prayer room and started emptying the water bowls one by one.Again, why was I furious? This was followed by a phone call from Mum telling me to rush to the booth for my details but I calmly ignored that message. Tomorrow I will be completing the task. For now I need to flush this irritation out of my system.