It's just one of those days again.
There is an anger raging within me at the passive aggression on social media by a neighbour, it intermingles with some remorse, some sadness, at having been a source of annoyance for someone else, why do I have empathy I do not want to feel empathetic towards this girl's problems. And doubt. It has returned, it swirls, it storms. The frozen tornado now moving once again, there are questions and envy and confusion.
I am stewing in a soup of 'I don't know what I'm doing'.
Meanwhile, I am painfully cognisant of what I should be doing.
(But, a professor has recommended a poem that he thinks is good for reading out loud, so maybe I'll abandon my 'do's and my 'should's and just read.)