Monday raining and up to my old anger. Anger when no one likes a post I make on Facebook, especially the link from Blogger. So I delete the posts. This was the moon setting Saturday morning. It was hazy and I waited over an hour, this bird being the closest critter to come near.
Wrote a poem titled April Fall on the other blog, the blog absolutely no one sees or if they do, I do not know. Really, really am quite annoyed with my routine of life.
What is it with this anger?
What does it really matter if no one cares to like or comment on anything? And then there are those when you are in their very presence, act as if you are not there. So it just doesn't occur on Facebook.
And then there are those who when you try and talk to them, it is as if you are talking to the wall behind them.
And then there are those when you talk to them, they look at you in the quizzical manner as if you are speaking Mandarin. Exasperated, I just cut the conversation short.
Went to the Columbia game Friday night by myself. A nice lady gave me her daughters ticket. So I sat in the reserved section over the fifty yard line. I felt out of place like I was not welcome. The society elite were mostly surrounding me. For the most part they looked dour and smug.
By half time I moved down to the general admission section and felt better among friends. In my day, when we went to high school games, there was no reserved section like this. All classes,colors and all sat together. If these people want to be big shot boosters they should be given some parking privileges but not seating privileges. They sit there silent and dour, not cheering and need give these premium seats to those who do.
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