relevantswitch

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Most of the time, weeks prance by me like a herd of Santa's Elves dressed in S&M gear, once the initial shock of seeing it passes by, it loses it's mystique. The past month has stuck around in my head a bit longer than most. I keep seeing the futility of my daily efforts slip out of my grasp. I can't seem to gain any momentum and every solitary second burns itself into my brain without any lasting effect on anyone else. I work in a world filled to it's very eye sockets with ignorance and bigotry. There are days where it's hard to justify my efforts, hard to be pleasent to them, and even harder to want to succeed. Half the time I'd prefer to see them fail, the other half I want them to succeed in just the areas that I've helped them on. . . grrrrrr..... so there's my shitty self centered opinion for this day. . . plus I can't find my car keys..... is that some subconscious way of delaying my work day??????? grrrrr.... damn psycho-symantic response . . .