The winter doldrums have set in. Nature lies in dormancy and I must admit I’m affected. My thoughts increasingly become dark. It’s like I’m living under a black cloud.
It seems like everyone’s rubbing me the wrong way these days. I’m getting negative vibes from dolls (and people) I usually co-exist with easily. Why does it seem they’re trying to impose their values-values that make absolutely no sense to me or with which I totally disagree. I’m perfectly ok with others having opposing views but why can’t they just keep them to themselves.
And the weather’s terrible; cold, cold, cold. I’m afraid of being taken outside, my plastic body becoming brittle and cracking; then I’d be in a fix. I’d be destined for the scrap heap no doubt.
If I was religious I might be thinking about the sweet here-after, but given the mood I’m in crossing the River Styx is the more likely consideration. I wonder which place houses the more interesting residents.
Oh well, I know it will pass. One morning I’ll wake up to a slightly stronger sunshine which will trigger a change. I’ll once again be my usual upbeat self with an added bit of residual annoyance.
the sense of humor in your works is outstanding! sorry about those doldrums, it is indeed too cold, and has been for too long, and it needs to stop. don’t crack! 😀
Thanks Zoe; I’ll try to hold on until spring.