The Evil Mean Nasty World still does not show any compassion for me, so I am withholding any for it. Not that I am actively wishing for any ill to happen to the world, but I am indifferent to it's prospects and fortunes, as it were, and until further notice is given.
I don't care if it is not even there when I wake up in the morning (never minding the logical impossibility of me being 'in being' without the Cruel World being there too; I am taking literary license here, I admit!)
But if it should be there, mocking me and my futile attempt to wrest one tiny morsel of joy out of it (for a RARE change) come morning, I will try to take some small pleasure in some small thing and call myself ahead of the game.
After all; I may be grouchy, and dissapointed, and feeling put upon, but that does not mean I expect things to miraculously start going my way all the time. I am bitter, and sour, and have been joyless for years it seems, but I am not delusional.
I just want a break, damnit.
Show to me there actually is some good stuff to be had (still).
Give a guy a break!
Ok that is it for my crank tonight.
Beddy bye time for me.