Whispering about the kids, the coworkers, life in general. Some are never happy with their own lives and seek either comfort in the lives of others, or go to great lengths to disrupt them. But kids? How does someone, at the age most would consider an adult, get pleasure from this? Maybe I simply don't understand. A person, always angered to the point it has even distorted their smile. Is it a smile, or a smirk. Is there plotting always, or do they sleep? I worry as I am the easiest target. I fit the profile(s). I care too much and that is my weakness. I protect those who take it for granted. I complain to deaf ears (always). I drive and I rant. I write and I rant. To no avail. Surrounded every moment by those who are so unhappy with their own lives, they strive to create chaos, without it ever affecting them. It works. For them. For me, the simple pleasure of quiet, solitude, the soft purr, and sighs, are disrupted each day by what they call drama, but as I've written before, the drama is simply a reaction to other people's problems. I try to tune it out, but with every wiped counter, turned off light, dirty dish, loud bang, crying child, angry coworker, moments of internal trepidation, I can not outrun it.
Most people I know do not care about knowing the truth or facts, they only care about being the one who passes along information. I wonder if I could privately ask people why they use social media (honestly), what their reason would be. I don't think people without a sense of humor, realize how much fun the world can be. Even during the hard times. So many of us spend time thinking of mistakes and regrets, but if we really think about it, we've probably dodged more bullets than missed boats. You know when you sit by yourself reading, sipping some coffee or tea and you don't think about anything, but what you're doing? That!
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