The wrong side of the bed.

It is undeniable that we as conscious, reasoning animals take the things that upset us and push them around in our big brains until we have either figured out a solution, become more unsettled, or simply until we have found something else worth devoting significant amounts of mental attention to. Some days I feel like I am experiencing the collective discontent of the entire world. I know, that sounds horribly melodramatic, but its like there is all this negativity flying around and somehow I have found myself right in the crossfire.

The simple explanation is that I am processing something that disturbs me enough to keep me from clearly recognizing it. You’d think, though, that if pain exists freely and in ample amounts in the world outside of our psyche, we could relax and simply deal with that without having to subconsciously create and recreate endless oceans of indefinable anguish.

Ignorance may in fact be bliss… but ambiguity is fucking hell.