He knew he was going to snap one day.
He came to this realization one day at the annual summit meeting when he had to stand because there weren't enough chairs. He knew when no one looked at him as he talked about the upcoming athletic events. He knew he could've stripped naked and started chanting a satanic prayer and still no one would look.
He thought about this all day as he got ready for the meeting. He thought about it as he got there and sat at the lone back chair at the back of the table. He thought about all the forgotten birthdays as he poured gasoline outside the room and in the hallway. He didn't think about his ''brother" or "father" as he lit a match and dropped it. He didn't hear the screams of help as flames engulfed the building. He didn't cry as he drove away or when the burning building appeared on national TV.
Why?
Because he knew he had snapped.