I shouldn’t write anything when I’m sick, EVER!

I really shouldn’t write blog entries when I’m sick.

I wrote a blog on Thursday, then posted it yesterday and as I read it today, I thought “Damn I sound like a crazy person”.

I got lucky. According to the “read count” no-one had read it yet. So I pulled it safely back to draft status.

If in fact anyone did read it … apologies. I’m not really that crazy…

I will probably rework the posting and then repost it. Some of the post is valid, but I honestly don’t remember writing the last half of it.

Obviously I was pissed off when writing the post, I’m not sure exactly how much of my anger was just from being sick and how much was real.  Admittedly I get worked up pretty easily. So it’s possible it’s 50/50.

On the other hand sometimes when I write stuff while I’m sick it’s just DAMN strange.

There is part of me that says fuck it! Leave it posted as is and give people an insight into my strangely twisted mind.

As I re-read the post, it comes through loud and clear that I don’t like users. I don’t like people that take advantage of me. I really don’t like people who won’t help themselves. And finally I don’t particularly trust my current neighbors.

I suppose the bottom line is that I really want to live in a community where we all work together. My little corner of my little town used to be that kind of place and I was happy to be a part of it.

Times change and with time people change too. My little corner of town is becoming a lot like the anonymous suburbia that I grew to dislike so much, I haven’t a clue about how to make it better.

I guess that’s a dilemma that lots of folks are facing now-days.