Megrim-552

It's that bi-annual time of the year again.  Yes, it is once again time to go delude ourselves into thinking that we actually have some influence over those who govern our lives.  It's time to go vote. You know?  I never thought I was the 'apathetic' type.  Certainly the cynical type, and most certainly the skeptical type.  But what with the choices I've been given, you simply cannot blame me for not having much of an appetite for the activity of casting a ballot. I can pick Old Man Brown, or the Uppity-Up from Long Island (who never really had a chance in the first place, if you ask me).  She's from Long Island for God's Sake.  What on ear

... none of which are particularly arresting. You know, the older I feel myself getting, the more it seems as if I'm turning into an unsympathetic asshole; rather, the more I find myself wanting to greet with scorn what I still try to greet with sympathy. And what is it, you ask, that is becoming ever so hard to resist?  People asking for a hand out or for assistance in reaching some goal that requires my money. I'm losing my patience.  And my empathic perspective to these people who knock on our door and want -me- to help solve -their- problem. I mean, no one knocks on the door wanting to know -my- problems or if they can do anything to

I really should be treating DA better, but lately I've just become... bored with it.  I can only describe my disinterest with DA as an 'out' phase--you know how you like something for a while, then you stop caring, then you eventually you get back to caring?  It's kind of like that.  It reminds me of gorging on cheesecake, or some other favorite food, until you can't stand the sight of it.  But eventually, the craving builds back up, and before you know it, you're back at it, again. Or maybe it's the ADD.  Because the moment I feel as though I've adequately figured something out, I become bored with it and move on, to the extent that I becom