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.