Maybe it’s November. I’m feeling very unforgiving, not ready to compromise, difficult. I feel: certain things in life are serious, you should choose your seriousnesses well and take responsibility for your choice. Both the one you made and all the ones you didn’t. Not behave as if it doesn’t matter.
Because it does. Life matters. What we choose matters. And right now, I can’t seem to stand people that act differently.
Being difficult, isn’t that my prerogative as a human being?
Katja Malmborg 