I can understand the feeling of people being short tempered lately. I certainly would have to confess my normal happy-go-lucky self is but a distant memory.
I doubt I shall ever see the return of joy and love into my life. Now I am merely a shell -- breathing, eating, sleeping, emailing, and creating Power Point decks. I am thoroughly dead inside. My outward appearance of interest is merely a facade to ensure I remain gainfully employed. This allows me to provide food, clothing, shelter, and electronic distractions to those who depend on me while they continually clamor for more.
I don't know where I went wrong. Maybe it was my decision to pursue a traditional family role for which I am too selfish and ill-tempered. Maybe it was one or more career choices that led me to where I am now -- trapped, with no way up or out. All I know is the game is over, I've lost, and now I'm just running out the clock.
