It's kind of interesting, in a sick and twisted way, to see just how much bullshit I can put up with. To see what, if anything, it might take to wipe this smile from my face. This happiness from my soul.
Trivial and ostensibly non-trivial bullshit keeps trying to knock me down. But I'm still standing.
The latest round of bullshit, the one I've been thinking about tonight, is all coming from myself. Outside forces are trying to bother me, but they're not having any success, and I'm a little annoyed by that fact.
I mean, there are things that I should be concerned about. There are things that I should be pissed about. But, I'm neither of those things. Not very much, anyway. Certainly not as much as a normal person would be. And that's what bothers me even more than those things that aren't bothering me.
The best I can come up with is a bit of mild irritation, and maybe some slightly more than passing interest.
Anyway, everybody has been lying to me. For days now. Maybe weeks. Well, everybody except for a couple of people. Gotta be careful with that everybody word - it's loaded.
(Deleted several examples of the aforementioned lies.)
I really should be sick and tired of all of this bullshit. But I'm not.
It's even kinda fun, in a sick and twisted way.