I think Neil and I are still on the Tuesday side of Hump Day. Just feels like we spent all day fighting the current. I think the lesson is one we forget and lose sight of all the time because we are bleakfully optimistic that “this time might be different.” In places where you are largely out-of-place and outnumbered by those really different than you…having opinions does not make you friends. I know that sounds like defeatism, but it is largely true. Living here, I feel like everything that comes out of my mouth makes someone angry and resentful toward me. I don’t think I’m a bad person, I’m by no means a negative person or a combatant looking for a fight at every turn. But I am passionate, and I have strong but reasonably believable values in a lot of areas and the few times people address me, or take notice of what I say, it’s largely a negative if not personally attacking response. Today I feel beaten, and square-toe slipper shoes and a warm cup of something laced with something alcoholic seems a befitting security blanket.
{image via Elephant and Chickpea}
