Instead of recording a list of all the molehills that I built up into a great mountain of annoyance today, Iíve decided to take the high road and not even name them. Thatís not easy for me, because when Iím at odds with the world as much as I am tonight, I like to enumerate the reasons I think I have a right to feel that way. If I donít do that, somebody might think my foul mood was my own fault.
Actually, Iím pretty sure it is my fault. When I do any heavy pondering, I canít help but come to the conclusion that I deserve to feel put upon. The kinds of things that bother me are the kinds of things that happen in life, and if I could either ignore them or laugh at them, Iíd be no worse off for their having happened to me, and maybe a little better off for not letting them eat away at me. Itís just that when it seems the whole battalion is attacking at once, it doesnít matter that theyíre just toy soldiers.