Shade, Salty air and Sulfites..
You ever just wake up in a mood, like fuck all ya'll.
That would be the easiest way to express those feelings, but we all know that actually isn't what's going on. Maybe we do not all know that, so then we continue the day with that, "I wish you would spill that coffee on me, standing right above me, and not holding on on this shaky ass train this morning..", or "Yea, I wish you would try to get on this train while I'm about to get off. You are all the way catching the ill football dropped shoulder in your chest. Say something.."
Ignorance is bliss. A self indulgence that gets finer with age. And just like the wine reference, our tolerance for intaking our own bullshit increases the more we consume it. Becoming less and less affected by ourselves, without the right people around you to make sure you don't feel yourself too excessively while intoxicated on you, we can all be at risk of sounding foolish, looking uncompromising, and generally playing ourselves. Thus throwing shade, leaving people with a bad taste in their mouth and becoming the sediment at the bottom of a good bottle of red that sometimes slips into a sip, ruining the experience.
It's simple. Don't be sediment.