It Is All Just Disappointing

I was up at 4am. Oh, yes, I know, stupidity. My nose was blocked and I woke from a dream, you know, Ga ga ga what was that all about? 

I think Kaye Ballard was going through my stuff at an out door picture theatre. But, I was kind of pleased, pleased that someone was interested in me. I was in Queensland and I was going to a party, but I had to fly home to Melbourne to get my ticket to the party and everyone was making me promise I'd come back, but I wasn't so sure that I would. 

I woke up from the turmoil.

Today, we're having a low of 8 degrees and a high of 12 degrees, so not so much better than yesterday.

Sun rise 7.35am. Sunset 5.15pm. Oh, the dark, that is what I hate about winter the most. 

Well, hate is way overstating it, I don't hate it. It would be the thing I'd say, if I had to say, that disappoints me the most about winter. 

I don't hate anything, I'm far too chilled/lazy for that kind of thing. 

It is just the things that disappoint you that are real.

It's disappointing that the sun doesn't shine until 9pm. It's just disappointing, I don't hate it.

Bigotry is disappointing.

Conservative politics is disappointing.

Evangelical religion being the biggest threat to democracy is disappointing.

The Middle East conflict being imported to Australia is disappointing.

That guy missing in Butler was disappointing.

Hating things doesn't get you anywhere. It is a waste of energy.

Oh well, they were all the things I was thinking, before my dog came downstairs and wanted to go outside for a wee, and then proceeded to eat the plants in the garden in the cold in the dark, which stopped me from thinking about everything that is disappointing in the world, as I followed him around in the dark with a torch @ 6am.