Jun. 6th, 2005

spoke: spider with a pen on a book (Default)
These stupid freaking hormonal surges that seem to be staying in the negative range of emotions are going to drive me insane.

Or to committing homicide, whichever happens first.

Except at the moment I'm actually cheerful, in that 'Go on, try it' sort of way. possibly because I spent the bulk of the night watching other people be far more miserable than I was. There is something in the air down here, or maybe just in that store, because everyone was snarling over relatively stupid pissy things that no one would normally care about.

Which made me want to rip certain people's throats out, because the one person who did have anything serious to be upset over, they were targeting. And yet somehow? I managed to stay out of. I listened to her griping and was (relatively - considering) but I did not get dragged down and into it, and end up feeling worse.

Detachement, that's the word I'm looking for.

...of course, actually putting this into words has made me feel a tiny bit guilty. x.x Screw it, I shall go grab a game and kill things and laugh as they die. That's always a good plan.

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