The past week-plus has been interesting, to say the least. Weather all over the place (which, you say, is what weather does, but I mean it's been hot and cold, wet and dry, THAT kind of "all over the place", wiseass). New experiences, new friends, new leads on possibly moving into the new profession. Even new neighbors moving in upstairs and rattling things around until midnight has only annoyed me a little bit. As a result, I have little to kvetch about at the moment, but that doesn't bother me in the long run; the world always comes back to providing plenty of kvetch fodder, sooner or later.
But in the meantime, the low kvetch quotient recently is unnerving. Even some of the larger-community icks cropping up aren't really mine to kvetch about, y'know? (FYI, that's primarily regarding people with horribly reactionary [despite what they mostly say, there's a HUGE difference between "traditional" and "reactionary"] behavior that treats a huge swathe of folks like subcreatures, non-citizens and the like, but that properly belongs to the directly-wronged people; it's not MINE to grab and run with.) Maybe I could grouse about my cat who's being even twitchier than usual and running away from me instead of graciously accepting pets... until SHE decides SHE wants them, that is. Or the usual GET YOUR ENTITLED ASS THE FUCK OUT OF THE PASSING LANE UNLESS YOU'RE PASSING, YOU RHINOCEROS PIZZLE WITH A BRAIN MADE OF FERMENTED JACKAL SNOT rant. But it feels off. Like I'm not bringing my A-game.
And I can't even bring myself to kvetch properly about that. So... fuck it.
