I've had a perfectly lovely evening, but

this wasn't it. I would completely consider suicide, IF it weren't for the children. I'd miss out on their exquisiteness. Even when they are behaving in a beastly fashion, I find them quite extraordinary. But if it weren't for them, I would leave this ridiculous event. LIFE, it's for mostly jerks, and the completely self-involved creeps who believe they are something MORE special than the rest of us. Each of us are precious. Each should be treasured. But there are those who can not see beyond their own noses. Who only see what is important to ONLY them. They do not see another's pain, nor their struggle. They only see what will benefit them or make them feel better about their own damn selves. I am tired of the inane crap. But maybe I am just lazy. Disinterested in keeping up with the Joneses or knowing I will never manage it, so why even try, 'sides Mr. Jones beats Ms. to a pulp, while the kids watch, or Ms. J drinks herself to a stupor while her H drives himself into other women, and the kids have no clue as to what it is the grups are ruining anyway. Ah life, aint it grand?