There's something to be said about the feverish zest that comes froma nd leads to working all night and most of the day.
Doesn't superficiality get to people sometimes? How long can one continue to have phattic conversations ? Isn't there anything that matters to these people?
I suppose there's a bit of this in a lot of us. But there's a lot of it in some of us.
And that's the bother.
Why does it bother me?
Why can't I accept it at face value?
Why can't I be content with 'I'm ok'?
Why is it important for me to be honest, at all levels (and land up in cold spots every now and then because of it) ?
I don't know.
Why must I fortify myself and become stoic just so I can survive?
Something seems horrible wrong somewhere.
And not all of it is inside me.