I sometimes find myself vexed at people for no reason. They can be very nice people, but on those unfortunate days, it just seems that whatever they say irks me. And if you, reader, are worrying that you might be one of them, I’ll tell you that you aren’t, because those people at whom I get vexed are not the kind to amuse themselves with these frivolous writings. I think maybe it’s the sore mood that I bring along to meet them. Or maybe something didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to, and I, being so careful with my happiness, try to bury it – but really, it is only thrashing about beneath, fertilizing the seeds of frustration. Life has in fact become quite aimless recently. I am struggling to regain my purpose.