The world feels high strung right now.

When did everyone get so sensitive? Are we really just going through an awful time? Everything I say, lately, seems to be bothering somebody massively. Am I a jerk? Well, yeah, of course I am a jerk. I am callous and selfish, I am as ugly inside as I am on the outside.

I am sensitive, and inconsiderate. This is a weird mirrorish idea right now. In the last two weeks I have been told that I am both ultimately sensitive, and ultimately rude. I have been told this by people who lately have seemed what I would label "ultimately sensitive, and ultimately rude" themselves. How accurate can this accusation be, then?

I have been really letting myself go this month. Losing it. Losing my mind, my willpower, my self control. And I have not been getting anything at all done. Is it possible to salvage November now that I am half of the way through it? I am not even so sure anymore. It will probably be the all too prominent case of "too little too late". Story of my life.

Hey guys, sorry if I have been a jerk to you lately. It has been 25 years and I am still not entirely equipped to be the perfect gentleman. I will figure it out one day though.


Playlist: The Pixies, coffee