I’ve noticed a distinct inability to rant coherently in
myself lately. There was once a time
when I could spout a rant with the best of them. Some were well thought out. Others… I just came off as surly and
uncaring.
Now?
Not so much.
With the ranting, that is.
The surly and uncaring part?
Still have that in droves.
Don’t get me wrong: there are still so many things I hate
that I could fill a book called “Things I Hate.” It wouldn’t exactly be a best seller, but I
could fill it up. Spoiler alert –
waffles would definitely NOT be on that list.
Waffles!
That said, every time a good rant starts to form in my head
lately, a funny thing happens. The whole
damned thing just doesn’t seem important enough to rant about anymore. Maybe I’m maturing? Maybe I just don’t care as much anymore.
In the meantime, hang in there with me. I’ll get that old rant machine rolling again.
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