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It was a pretty good weekend, yet here on Monday I’m an angry man.
I think I’m angry because I’m being asked to be responsible for things that aren’t my problem.
I can’t just say “tough luck, that’s your problem” because none of the circumstances allow for that as a reasonable answer.
I’m involved, but can’t be responsible.
I can help, but I can’t fix the problem.
And so I’m angry. I’m being put in a position I do not like, do not deserve, and cannot approach without being concerned with the long-term effects of my decisions.
I’d be happier if I could run off and join the circus.
As I can’t, I’m angry.
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