It’s Monday morning, December 11^th (2023), and they’re starting the new Tri-Rail schedule today.  The first train of the day was moved much earlier—to 4:20—but then the second one was moved back to 5:20, so now I’m waiting for that, since the earlier one is long gone; I didn’t think to leave the house early enough to get here for it.

I thought that the second train was at 4:50, because during peak hours they’ve set them to be every half hour, but apparently this early it isn’t “peak hours”.  I could have made it for the earlier one; it’s not as though I slept more than about half an hour to an hour all of last night.

I know, this is all really boring and pathetic stuff about which to write.  Sorry I can’t be one of those bloggers who writes about would-be helpful subjects, or about travels—those can be interesting—or be like WEIT, the website I like to follow, where PCC(E) writes about all manner of interesting things, because he’s actually an interesting person.

I’ve found myself inadvertently given various obstacles to following that website the way I normally had for years.  If I follow it on Reader, I cannot comment, but I can “like” the post…but I cannot see or like any of the other comments at all.  And if I follow it on the regular site directly, I don’t get updates in the Reader like I prefer to do, and writing comments, while possible, is unwieldy.

I think I’m going to give up.  It’s very sad for me, but I don’t like all these changes.  Websites and apps and everything else are all always changing and updating—usually in utterly useless and barely even cosmetic ways—once a month or more, or so it feels.  I guess they imagine that to remain static is to fall behind, but their changes are not usually improvements.

This is a predictable outcome, since while all improvement is change, most change is not improvement.  Even on a one-dimensional setting, things are more likely to worsen or stay the same than to improve (although, admittedly, that’s only a difference of one point on the line).  When things are more complicated, it’s far more likely for things to be worse than to be better if they are changed randomly.

For people like me, all these stupid little changes, even if only cosmetic, are just stress-inducing.  In some ways, it was better when you had to buy new editions of software and the like every now and then in order to get updates and upgrades.  Then, the updates were worthwhile, and were vetted and tweaked and all sorts, because there was some cost to putting them out there and to getting them.  Now, who gives a crap at the various software companies?  If the latest update turns out to be detrimental or irritating to people, they can just “fix” it in next week’s update.

Case in point:  the Uber app has changed its main page for when one is awaiting a driver, but not in any way that improves the substance—they’ve just altered the way the window looks and made the whole thing more unwieldy and childish-looking than it was before.  Why?  I don’t know*.  Possibly some software writer had to justify his or her continuing employment, and doing something substantive would have taken more mental effort.  Better just to take formerly clear data and put it inside a rectangle with rounded corners—wouldn’t want anyone to poke themselves on those purely graphical, sharp right angles—with only part of the data showing and in a big, ugly font.

And humans are so stupid, they’ll think they’re getting something new and be excited about the updates, as they are with the new phones that come out every other day.

The world is so stress-inducing, I really cannot tolerate it much longer.  I’ve said that I would get myself signed up for some form of health insurance, and I don’t want to break my word, but the very prospect—and the fact that I was asked to do it—almost feels as if I’m being set up for something.  I know that’s crazy, but it’s a feeling that exists.  I feel as if I’m being herded into some metaphorical abattoir.

I feel so overwhelmed by the very prospect of doing the insurance, though, that I feel like I want to die this week, before my unofficial deadline for signing up for it.  It’s ridiculous, I know, but the pressure is getting overwhelming, and I have no source of relief, no personal support, no tidings of comfort or joy.

I suspect the train is going to be more crowded than usual, and that’s pretty stress-inducing, too.  There are definitely more people waiting at the track than there usually were for either the former 4:45 or the former 5:15 trains.

I don’t think I can stand all this much longer.  I have a semi-serious of going to the sidewalk in front of the courthouse in West Palm Beach and immolating myself, so I can at least become some kind of protest or something.  I have collected enough flammable liquids to make it workable, and I have a backpack big enough to carry them.

But, of course, that’s a somewhat scary way to die—fire and all, I mean.  Even for a former Boy Scout who has a bit of fire bug in him, like so many of us did, it’s an intimidating thought.  Still, I tested out the backpack for its carrying capacity yesterday, just to see, because I was feeling particularly low at that time.  It could do the job.

I don’t know what to do.  I wish I could calm my mind.  I wish I could sleep.  I wish the world were not so stupid, and that I were not so stupid, also.  I don’t think I can do this much longer…maybe not very much longer at all.  I feel like I have a shorter remaining time to figure something out than I had thought I had…a lot shorter.

Just the thought of getting on the newly scheduled, overcrowded train feels like it’s going to be more than I’m prepared to handle.  I really hate this.  I hate my life.  I really, really hate it.

I don’t know what I’m going to do.  I guess, as long as I’m around, I’ll keep doing these blog posts.  Aren’t you all lucky?

Have a good day.

*He’s on third.