Ever have one of those days? While still fairly productive, it just seems to drag. I am yawning without ceasing. I find myself staring out into nothing. What I find the most troubling is that I am very… how should I say this?… very, cantankerous.
That in itself would not be all too concerning to those around me if it weren’t for the fact that, when in one of these funks, I like to share the experience. As I’m sure you’ve heard, “misery loves company.” I must say though that sharing this ‘misery’ often does help lift the worst of it from myself. But, I ask myself, “is that really fair?” Then I reply to myself, “who said anything about fair?” Then I… oh, you get the point.
As I was sitting here eating my lunch I began to ponder the idea that maybe one’s community actually has a responsibility to help in this ‘sharing’ if it serves to help another member of that community. This almost sounds very brotherly and even the loving thing to do. In pondering this further I question who am I to deprive my community from serving in this capacity; the capacity of load bearer. I ponder… then I conclude… on my drive home this evening… I shall do the speed limit!