Naked emperors
Though I feel better than I was feeling last night, I'm still oversensitive and aware of it. When I'm like this, it's not just people I'm oversensitive with, it's everything—light, sounds, temperatures, the works. Usually manifests as being angry at the world, and I know that's no way to be.
Days like these, I'm tempted to call bullshit on almost everyone, to tell them where I think they're being ridiculous, lying to themselves and/or the world, and to tell them to just stop it for the sake of honesty, truth, and not miring the rest of us in manure. I'd like to do that for a day, but I think I'd drive everyone away and hate myself by the end of it. Probably long before the end of it.
Even so, there are a whole lot of little emperors sauntering about without a stitch of clothing on, and I wonder why we humor them.
Days like these, I'm tempted to call bullshit on almost everyone, to tell them where I think they're being ridiculous, lying to themselves and/or the world, and to tell them to just stop it for the sake of honesty, truth, and not miring the rest of us in manure. I'd like to do that for a day, but I think I'd drive everyone away and hate myself by the end of it. Probably long before the end of it.
Even so, there are a whole lot of little emperors sauntering about without a stitch of clothing on, and I wonder why we humor them.