But what is my problem, really? Who knows? I guess what I'm trying to deal with, really, is disapproval for the lack of excitement judged to be ingratitude by others. And what that is, is Unfair. Ha, very easy to say "who cares," yes? Apparently, disapproval is still disapproval, and to feel wrong and be wronged, now that's not very nice, is it?
Or, or, or, I have a theory: that all this delving in trivial matters is because my hormones are beginning to act up. You guessed it! You win five pesos for the correct answer of "Fast approachng monthly period!" Congratulations!
Oh but then again dear reader, (if you are at all still present on the last of these senseless paragraphs) all this was begun in the name of (and we go back to the first paragraph) that ominous cloud I see up ahead. If all the vague sadness of this routine gets to me, well then, who knows, perhaps the cloud will rain frogs like that Magnolia movie. Or cats and dogs maybe, like the usual, each one probably rabidly mad.
