Today feels like a Friday. But it's not.
The week has been long. The week has been loud. Both inside and out.
I've had a lot of arguments with myself this week. Mostly over stupid stuff. I like to have stupid arguments with myself rather than with others. It just makes more sense that way. I can end it at any time and not feel obligated to apologize.
I haven't felt like much of a social, people-person this week. I have nice things to say, but I just don't wish to put forth the effort. Some people haven't deserved my effort this week. Some people have thoroughly annoyed me this week. With how loud they've been. How inconsiderate they've been.
For those that have deserved it, they have been graced with it.
I've always been the type of person to think of others before myself. I find a lot of satisfaction in doing that. However, I don't think the majority of others do the same. I know of people who think they are so quaint and considerate, but really, they're not. Let me tape record you for a day.
The truth hurts. And it's ugly.
And I'm not just blowing smoke up my own butt. I really do think of others before myself. And it's not that easy for me to admit.
Today has been full. I've had my fill. I'm socially worn out.
People, sometimes, are the worst thing that can happen to me all day.