Today I hate everyone.
I don’t trust this feeling; I know it is fleeting. This irritability, this annoyance, this complete impatience with people. I know it well. I used to think, when it came, that it was a manifestation of depression, of anxiety. Of something within myself that needed fixing.
But, no. I’m not internalizing this any longer. I refuse.
People are horrible sometimes. They just are. They can be ignorant and selfish. They can be downright mean. As the pandemic progresses, it’s been interesting to observe how human beings react when things, activities, communities, responsibilities, or connections outside of themselves fall away. It’s been interesting to watch and experience this happening to myself as well.
Who am I, when it’s just me?