Something happened to me today that makes me sad.
Often, I speak of owning a farm and living away from a city, with sheep and goats and dogs and roosters. I want this farm for the sweet, simple life and the lure of animals all around me.
But today, I want that farm for other reasons. Because I want to run away. Because people upset me and hurt those I love and I am losing faith in humanity. I want to run to the imaginary farm because I think people are downright mean. I think that they are selfish and hurtful.
And I think that I don't like them very much.
However, on the other side, you, dearest of dear readers, are nothing of the sort. You are my faith in humankind, if only because you stop by and amuse me by reading/looking at the inane blog I have here. So never fear - I am not upset with you. In fact, you make my day.
But I feel a bit like a kicked dog, shirking in the corner.
Kicked dogs turn around and bite sometimes. So mean peeps - beware! This redneck girl may just bite right back.
I am just brooding and angry right now. And I had to vent somewhere.