Walking home from work. I am finally fed up with my own faults, insecurities, and general crabbiness. Why do I walk around with a running bitch commentary in my head? Who cares if some fat broad from Michigan is walking around Times Square in turquoise shorts and a cheap T-Shirt? Who cares about the crimson-eyed creep who thinks he’s ghetto-fabulous when he’s just plain ghetto? She is not in my sphere of influence, he barely worth the withering stare, so why do I waste my mental energy on silent diatribes? Being judgmental has just about worn me out down to the bone. I’m fatigued and I have a headache. All of that anger and vitriol is suddenly too much for me. I want to start being nice, thinking happy thoughts. If only everyone else would stop acting like such assholes