Freakin' Out.

You would think that as you got older, the people around you who you now have to deal with would reflect some sort of relative maturity. You would think. I am realizing more and more these days that people much older than me have no problem acting like infantile morons. And I'm not talking specifically about a class of people, or coworkers, or politicians, or whatever. I am talking about every-frickin'-body. I can definitely delve into fits of regression as well, don't get me wrong, but I try to be as professional and upbeat as possible when dealing with, well. . . work, and when dealing with anyone I should just be frickin' polite to, just because.

I am completely unmotivated. And I feel an extraordinary sense of sorrow.