Consider this a ritual (there will be others). I don’t want to be a party pooper, but I am also a human being. That is a privilege that I will not be giving up anytime soon, hopefully. One of it’s encumbrances is an emotional response to experiences. I choose, for my ritual expression in the context of frustration, to be a periodic airing of grievances. Expect repeat offenders, but also expect some reflection and examination of past grievances. A devising of new coping strategies. Progress toward that end.
Let the process begin.
Can nothing be done about this unending rain that this winter has wrought upon the sunset state that is California? The irony of my much anticipated near future (and near past) grievance of “will somebody please do something about the drought that has befallen us” is not lost on me.
Bay area traffic sucks, commuting sucks, it’s exhausting.
Like, phone tag with the vets around here. It’s impossible. This is kind of important to me, can we just get in touch?
I am tired of the LLM hype machine. can we get a rest? Yes we can.
I am aggrieved that entering camera from lock screen, and then re-locking, leaves focus mode stuck in camera mode. iPhone problems.
That cold cold wind.
Again with the physical objects being particularly insolent. Boiling bean water droplet, just one or two, right in the eye. Ouch! (I must just take greater care, like I used to do).
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