I hate the fact that I want life to be fair and that when it is not that I rail against what is, the reality. I scream at the Universal Powers That Be. I turn on myself. Put the blame on me. Yes, that is the root of all life’s unfairness, me. And then I reject that idea and scream some more. and blame and blame and blame. blame turns to hate. hate turns to tired depression.
Nonsense. I know. Making no sense. I know that too.
And yet, I rail.