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.