When I woke up this morning, I felt really good.
I felt happy. I honestly thought "Maybe, I'll actually be able to accomplish something today."
I was appreciative of the good things in life.
And then, like it was on some kind of cosmic cue, things just had to be fucking destroyed.
I've had to miss 2 days of work because of snow, and I'm going to miss 3 more days, after talking to my employer.
This is, according to my family, my fault.
It's my fault that I don't have the energy to shovel out 40 feet of driveway, because they are not willing to help.
It's also my fault that my wife's hair is tangled, because she refuses to take care of it herself, and expects me to do it for her.
It's my fault that we're running low on food to eat, because I can't get out to a store, even though I did get to a store when this started, by walking, because I couldn't get the car out, and nobody cared that I nearly fainted while doing so from exhaustion.
And then it got into me not being empathetic enough, and that she's so fucking compassionate compared to me.
I really hate it when people think that they can be the judge of their own character, and ignore people who say they don't know themselves as much as they want to think they do.
The greatest icing on the cake was "At least you aren't still living with your parents, trying to force you to shovel a huge driveway while insulting you."
At least there's that, right?
Compassion.