“Talking shit about a pretty sunset,
Blanketing opinions that I’ll probably regret soon…”
- Isaak Brock

I had a very bizarre weekend to say the least, but thats another story (a story that’s not going to be blogged). But what struck me was that people love to bitch. Mostly about others. Maybe it just feels therapeutic to talk badly about others, even friends (good friends at that), maybe it’s a subconscious way to feel good about their own lives. Who knows. It just seems like everyone wants to complain endlessly and don’t even appreciate the small things. Are we so shallow as human beings that we are nice to friends when they are around us, but as soon as they leave we have this almost primal need to take them apart viciously with verbal claws?

The state of our society is depressing. Really.