The day breaks as a sheet of ice, causing the world to be thrown into a panic about their cars and driving times and plans for the week. Stress fills the air and everyone’s voices, “Wow have you seen it outside?” Yeah - I wasn’t out there this morning either. And NO ONE but you have made that comment yet today. Very clever.

I’m at a point, as the days go on, where I’m pretty much neutral. I don’t really care what goes on around me or what crises my friends are having at this moment. No, lately I pretty much do my thing, have my opinions, and fuck you if you don’t agree. I don’t give a shit.

People seem edgy. It’s the ice I think. The never-ending winter. It seems that way anyways, and people are getting jumpy. Everyone seems more willing to fight back, to take on challenges or arguments that normally wouldn’t bother them. Not me though. Well, that’s a complete lie. I mean, I’m sure I’m like that to a degree right now, but I’m just too tired for stress. It would just wear me out more, and I can’t deal with that.

I wish everything was perfect. With my family and my finances and my wonderful friends. Not that things aren’t great, but some stupid problem always seems to arise and I’m just plain exhausted of it all.

Life is like that I suppose. If I were to choose a feeling right now (though I can’t), it would be optimism (is that a feeling?). Whatever. I know summer will come again and the ice will be in our drinks and not under our feet. That’s when world will sigh with relief - things will be brighter soon.