Ineluctably painful
This being my second post within hours, I must apologize for the severe breach in protocol, but too much weighs on my mind at the moment to let this opportunity to write/rant/whatnot that I simply cannot pass it up. Perhaps due to my own hypocrisy, I seem to be handicapped with a debilitating inability to trust but a few specimens of my fellow creatures. The mildest deviation from strict routine arouses my suspicion to an unexplainably feverish pitch, at which unhappy state I am currently, and quite unfortunately, suspended. These few days have found me quite abnormally excitable by the most insignificant trifles, and this moment, as I have already stated, finds me wildly vacillating between the unfathomable cold, black abyss of insecurity and the endless, dry, yellow desert of fear. What was it that made me suspicious? The longer-than-usual lapses in time? The numerous allusions to this other, more divine being (my words, naturally, not the other's)? Or my own overly sensitive and vastly understimulated imagination? Perhaps it is merely an inherent need/longing/whatever you may wish to call it to see and feel and taste drama when reality fails to create it. Oh, no! A shift in the dominant paradigm! Aaaah. On that note, the sky is falling! The sky is falling!
