Moody/PMS

My mood has been cycling rapidly the past two or three days. I'm chalking it up to hormones, or maybe even this week's full moon. Maybe it is because the weather has been a bit bipolar, changing from cold and rainy to beautiful and back again. Maybe it's because today was actually so nice, I was actually warm, and God knows I hate being warm. Maybe its because I hate the thought of being alone on yet another major holiday.

I've already had to apologize for my snarkiness twice. I need to learn to keep my mouth shut. I find myself becoming irritated with people who can usually do no wrong. I think I just hate people. That must be it. It doesn't matter if they are beyond real or characters amped up by my vivid imagination and lust to escape. In the end, they are all the same and they all ultimately disappoint. Maybe that's why I lean more toward the day's random encounters. A brief vignette, a few lines of dialog, and soon that snippet of mundane can be amplified into a grand opera. Without the context of life, everything seems more exciting.

But I'm rambling.

The point, if there is one, is that you really can't trust anyone, not even yourself. Even as predictable as people tend to be, we still allow them to hurt us... even when we saw it coming! Like that old adage, "fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." Nobody wants to wake up from the The Matrix. Nobody wants to know the truth. Not really. Maybe that's the answer to it all: There is no truth. Or maybe the answer is 42.

You decide.