Well, here I am again, sitting at the train station after having walked 5 miles to get here, and I’m writing a blog post using my smartphone.  Today, of course, it being Saturday, the trains run less frequently, and also, for unclear reasons, the train I’m taking is boarding on the opposite side from its usual one, the announcement of which is being repeated at rather excessive frequency.  Still, I guess it’s better for it to be overstated than under-announced; that way all those taking the train will be well-informed of the change.

Yesterday at work ended on a frustrating note, in which I just left about half an hour early, because someone had lit sage and wafted that horrible, disgusting scent around.  Now, I’ve tried to make it clear that the smell of sage gives me a headache and actually makes me nauseated; and it’s not as though it’s a necessity for doing business.  So, I was already feeling my usual stress from the noise of all the voices, and the overhead “music”, and I had a very bad day with respect to back pain.  Once I suddenly smelled that crap, and there was even some joking about the fact that it bothered me, I essentially said, “fuck this shit”, and even though it had been raining like crazy, I packed up my backpack and left.

Honestly, I’m just so tired.  If someone lights that shit today, I think I will leave when it happens.  I have to endure the noise of the people all talking and it’s at least arguable that the “music” is necessary or at least useful for business, but the sage is just a disgusting pollutant.  And, no, it doesn’t have any mystical or supernatural properties‒nothing does.  But it can invoke a metaphorical demon in me.

I hate people doing crap like that, at least once they know it is a scent that nauseates me (or anyone else).  But then, I’ve become pretty misanthropic over time, so to a good first approximation, I hate everyone, at least part of the time.  I don’t think I used to be this way.  What’s more, I don’t just have antipathy toward humans, but often tend toward pan-antipathy, which is not hatred of bread (though it includes it) but hatred of everything.

When one hates everything, one can either work to try to destroy everything‒which is a bit of a tall order if one does not have the Infinity Gauntlet‒or one can simply try to escape from everything, either temporarily or permanently.  Admittedly, the notion of “escape” can make it seem like something cowardly to some people who are insecure in their own courage, or who worry what other people think despite hating them.  But that isn’t terribly consistent, logically.

I’m tired.  It’s early morning, and I’m just now on the way to the office, and I’m already so very tired.  I don’t know what to do.  Every day it feels harder to continue.  What’s the point of it?  One thing or another is always frustrating, and very little is rewarding anymore.  I even tried to tempt myself with ice cream or cookies or Pop tarts at the convenience store on the way back to the house last night, but I couldn’t get interested.  I forced myself to get a candy bar in hopes of getting some indulgent, good feeling, but it was just disappointing.

Oh, well.  Life is inherently unsatisfying, as the Buddhists say.  I’m tired of it.

Maybe I’ll get hit by a car or get hit by lightning or something along those lines.  Or maybe I’ll get severely ill, or have a heart attack or a stroke.  It would be nice to have it all taken out of my hands so I don’t have to keep trying.

I don’t know what to do.  And I’m tired, so I’m stopping this post now.  Have a good day.