There are hours in my life where I feel like someone slipped me a hefty novocaine trip. I don’t know why. I’ve had a good day, a great day, but I want to tear the skin off a squirrel and hit someone in the ankle with a shopping cart. Out of boredom. Indifference. Apathy. The sun rises while my eyes are awake and I don’t care. Bombs could fall and planes could crash and babies could die, killing their mothers during childbirth in a natal pandemic, but I wouldn’t care. Wouldn’t blink.
Is apathy…
