Last week, I was in a really bad funk. Something in particular had me pissed and depressed at the same time. It affected my podcasting for sure, my blogging skimmed by (brave face?), but I was truly in a major league pissy mood.

The reason for this is not fodder for the masses, and should not and will not be displayed on this blog. Those involved know who they are and I need to figure a way out of it. This is not always easy. It’s not easy to see a light at the end of every tunnel and it’s even more difficult to deal with when you realize your own “triggers” and “shortcomings” are partially to blame. This is perhaps most troubling.

It is also difficult to deal with a situation when you feel that you’re making your points, arguing your perspective and those are either, not understood, not accepted, or just plain ignored. That only serves to prolong the pain and the unhappiness associated with a situation like this and I am at a loss on how to fix that.

It would be most easy to just say “I couldn’t care less” or even the more venerable “F*ck It”, but that’s hard to do when you do care about the outcome. It however is not an easy thing to deal with when you feel like you are the only one who cares. This may not be true, but actions speak as loudly as words in my mind and actions can hurt just as much if not more than words. Indifference is worse than hatred, if you hate something or someone, at least you still care.

However something happened this weekend to me. Well not to me but it affected me, directly. I realized that life is short. Stuff like this is bullsh*t and maybe I don’t need to say “I couldn’t care less”. Maybe I SHOULDN’T CARE AS MUCH.

I’m over it. I am sure the parties involved won’t even notice, which only proves my point more.