It was downright balmy today with temperatures hovering just below freezing.
Pardon me if I'm not ecstatic.
I've long made my love of wintry weather no secret. I distinctly recall writing some months ago that I liked my winters wintry, my summers summery.
I stand by that.
But if nothing else, today broke up the monotony. One can only love those frigid, take-your-breath-away days for so long before even they become the same old shit.
Pardon me if I sound pessimistic.
I am today. And I have been lately. People are frustrating me like they never have before.
I think the universe wants me to be misanthropic.
But I'm not quite--not yet. But it's hard not to be. I am finding it increasingly difficult to believe in people. One can only reach out to the darkness so many times...
But I don't want to talk about it. Talking doesn't do any good. Talk is cheap, ineffectual. People have to want to change themselves.
I feel so small.