The last couple days had been more positive then most lately, but I was still in a rut. I was, emotionally, not nearly as depressed. I was angry, but that was probably my own fault…
PROTIP: DO NOT PONDER THE NATURE OF YOUR OWN EXISTENCE BEFORE DRINKING AT LEAST 10 OUNCES OF COFFEE!
The end result was just sort of feeling a lot of meh for really no good reason, as things were largely awesome. I wanted to put something up…yet I wasn’t feeling particularly funny or inspired, and I was sick of whining.
I attempted to solve my problems through diplomacy and hatchet burying. Problems were indeed solved, though true to the nature of my existence? It was NOT in the manner I was trying for. Yet…it was exactly what I needed.
So ends another chapter. Neither with a bang or a whimper, it ends simply with a bewildered sigh and the reminder that you can only hold up other people’s shields.
You can never wield their swords.