We are designed to drive each other crazy. When the pressure is too high, someone gives in and someone keeps on fighting. Some fight silently, some do it so that everyone can hear them. We are bees in a really large hive and we feel happier if we get to sting instead of being stung.
I have yet to finish my complaining about this year and maybe a few years later I will look back and laugh about it or share a melancholic memory of it, but meanwhile I have to live in it and as Thumper says: “It ain’t pretty!”. Today I feel the need to scream, not out of anger, not out of frustration, just scream for the sake of it. I could try and ask the same questions all over again, come up with the same answers or just find some new good excuses, but the truth is that there is no truth, no hidden path, no coalition made with the sole purpose of getting me. It is what it is.
There are these days that drive me crazy, that push me into deciding stupid things and make me do exactly the opposite of what I feel it’s rational. Let’s wait for a new day, with a new purpose and a new perspective.
