Some days I wake up and realize that I am a naive, gullible, optimistic moron; while other days make me feel jaded and old. Today is a jaded and old day, while yesterday was a moronic day. I always seem to hope for the best in people and get crushed when they prove to be the assholes that they have always been. I have yet to figure out why I do this. I thought that with age came knowledge, insight, some type of freakin intelligence, but I guess it just depends on the day. Chalk it up to a learning experience and never do it again, I suppose. Ah, well.
Happy St. Patty's Day to all!