Living in solitude surrounded by nature, I was skirting all the rosy edges of those mood spectrums a bipolar person is inclined to visit. Now, being unwillingly thrust into the throngs, I’m mainlining those full-on bitch spectrums.
This is why I lived in the wilderness for one-third of my sixty-seven years.
In the boondocks, I did everything online, so I didn’t need to interface with the revolting human race. Being in town these days, I must do a few things requiring me to tolerate dickwads not of my choosing.