Been wondering what happened to me. Why it is that over the years my cynicism has reached a new level. Then a day like today happens and it all comes rushing back.
I’ll be the first one to say that I hate reading blogs that are all about bemoaning the “man.” I don’t believe that solutions to regular plights can be found by garnering the comments of friends and loved ones. Self reflection, understanding, accepting humanity in all it’s degenerate glory
… that is the way to go.
But today was just one of those days when all I wanted to do when I came home was act silly and play the banjo and my conga drums. Okay, so I don’t have conga drums, but when I turn my trash pail upside-down, it works pretty well too! Oh, and I don’t have a banjo either.
Disrespect is something that cannot be taken lightly and now I find myself in the middle of a battle of the mind. I’m a simple creature who likes dorky online games (http://www.addictinggames.com/theimpossiblequiz.html) and weird movies with soul crushing themes.
Sparkley things get me distracted and if I don’t eat chocolate on a regular basis, my skin becomes dull. 
The intricate nature of mind games is totally lost on me. Sometimes I dabble, but extreme boredom quickly sets in when I realize I’m the only one dabbling. Women have turned it into an olympic sport!
The battle of the wills in a workplace is never something to shy from. My unvarying desire to maintain an atmosphere of peace and goodwill between myself and those with whom I must work is now causing me grief and I have to stand up for myself and take care of ‘bidness’ so to speak
. It makes my soul so weary and worn to think of the battle I have waiting for me tomorrow morning BUT I have no choice in the matter. Either I steel my insides, grab a helmet and sword and jump into the fray OR get crushed like the proverbial bug unable to get out of the way.
So I find myself, quite like Theoden, set upon by a rabble of uncouth and filthy warriors who don’t just want my land, they want my life! But I set my will against theirs, like a long sharp lancet, against which my enemy will be impaled. I prepare for a war whose outcome is unknown. With the things I treasure most tucked away in a safe place I face the NEW enemy and with a steely edge in my voice that has not been heard in close to 14 years, say,
… and so it begins.
