I don’t initiate conversations.
I don’t call people.
I don’t really care.
Yet I’m frustrated as all hell about it.
Really, I think I should just set myself on fire in the yard.
Return all the carbon and nutrients I’m wasting back to the dirt.
Instead, I’ll go back to organizing the insane junk heap in the basement and creating a space that doesn’t make me want to bash my head into walls whenever I have to look at it.
Because I’m sure that’ll help.