I type this from the (actually rather attractive) confines of the Adriance Library in Poughkeepsie.
A very First World problem! But I’m feeling petulant anyway.
I suspect I was looking for a reason to feel petulant.
I’ve written before that all things considered, my life is quite pleasant these days. Even without a comparison to the lives around me that may be considerably less pleasant.
I have good friends, I have income. (Knock on wood) I have health. I live in a spectacularly beautiful place. I have every means of entertaining myself known to man, short of a thin wire probe that I can actually stick into my brain to tickle those dopamine- and serotonin-secreting neuroreceptors.
I have very little to complain about. Unless I take it upon myself to complain on others’ behalf. But that’s cheating, isn’t it? Discontent appropriation!
Nonetheless, I feel quite bent out of shape because the Internet is down.
Like it’s a major annoyance.
Which it’s not.
Humans! Crossposted from Dreamwidth.