Monday

It is a rainy, rainy monday. I got a haircut to start the week. The hairdresser asked if I would like to borrow an umbrella to go with the said weather because I didn't have one. I said it was okay. So I walked home in the pouring rain with a new haircut.

I wonder how people can still be nice to each other in a world like that. I can't. For starters, I hate and get pissed off by almost everything and anything. I would have been ashamed to accept the kind gestures they offer.