I was born of frustration today. So frustrated, in fact, that I had to get a little tiddly and listen to James.
Those who find themselves ridiculous.…
Those who find they’re touched by madness sit down next to me.
Funny how being in a position to empathise (in that I was an almost literal copy of the situation) made me less, not more, sympathetic. I don’t think I’d have been a good Soviet. Sigh. And it ruined my day. As it turns out, while I am a sensitive person, I’m not a particularly nice one. According to someone else’s rules.
La. And indeed. La. Proof indeed that sometimes you simply can’t win.
