Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Sometimes I don't know if I'm sensitive or some people are just real fuckers.
Every day, I come into contact with so many types of people: some are nice, some are okay, and some simply nudge me closer to becoming a total misanthrope.
I suppose these things don't actually bother me that much, since I tend to forget them soon after the moment passes, and once I get off work, they are merely fodder for amusing anecdotes.
I have my highs and lows, whether I'm feeling fairly sociable or am in a don't-give-a-shit mood, between which I can swing to and fro many times in the course of a day.
But it feels like the lows, coupled with mental and physical tiredness, have been chipping away at the facade I put up for my job, and I'm slowly leaking the disdain that's been accumulating.
I am starting to feel like maybe I can't keep this up much longer.