Same Old Lang Syne

Here I am again writing another tiring blog during another tiring December in what has been another tiring year. Winter is sad with saxaphone music playing and Christmas lights shining from behind falling snow. You have to drive slowly because the road is slick and icy, creating an environment very condusive for reminiscence. This summer was the best I've ever had for many reasons, and now it seems so far away. I always catch myself imagining what things would be like if they were completely different; this is a waste of time, and I don't have much time to waste.

I'm intersted in exactly how a caterpillar looks as it metamorphs into a butterfly. It is probably a disgusting thing for a human to watch and for the caterpillar to undergo.

Sympathy is a strange emotion, because we want to get rid of it as soon as possible. Love, hate, and anger are all normal to harbor for long periods of time. Sympathy we try to get rid of by comforting whomever we feel sorry for until there appears to be nothing to feel sorry for. If wood is rough, we sand the flaws away until it is smooth. If someone smiles at you as they pass, then all must be right in their world right? Appearances are everything right? The wood is smooth; it will carry that weight.