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Here I am again feeling sullen and surly. Second, my apologies for misspelling and gramatical errors. I came to this site while surfing for other tragic tidbits to read about. People really do have some problems. This is not a new found realization, its just a statement. But, it doesn't mean that I won't complain about, in comparisson, my own trivial grievances. Should I complain because when I woke up this morning I was still alive? How about that my marriage has turned into a slow motion train wreck? Perhaps my utterly and miserably failing business? How about that one of my last complaint sessions was rejected for questionable content? How does that work? What's that about? Is everything in this world so guarded that you cannot honestly express yourself? Big Brother is a prick. How many times have I been chided for what I've said? Or bit my tongue to keep from saying what I think? I don't think people in general like the truth when its true and they deffinitly don't like opinions that are not theirs. And god forbid, and I say god due to lack of a better word, you should try not to be one of the sheep and not have enough money to make it possible. I hate being a sheep. But I still don't have enough money to buy my way out of sheephood. Is it even possible anymore to not be a sheep? Maybe I'm suffering from delusions of grandure? Maybe, since I'm almost fourty, this is the onset of my "mid-life-crisis"? Who ever thought that up? What if I only live to be fourty? Does that mean when I was twenty and full of piss and vinegar that I was suffering from "mid-life-crisis"? How did I come to feel so jaded? Synical? Why do I not take joy in anything around me anymore? I put on the cheerful lie though when I interact with people. But mostly I'm just sad. You can take that as a personal inflection or an emotional one. It doesn't really matter what you think of me. My niece left me a note on my desk the other day, the note said I was the best ever and was punctuated with an exclamation point with the little dot made into a flower. That was the best I have felt in quite some time. She did truelly bring a smile to my face and make me feel good about me. I called her and thanked her for her note.