It's been a day of pushing back against the decay surrounding me. I've been fighting losing battles all day, with strangers and with myself. Overall, this destructive behavior is the first of its kind in a little bit, so I'm happy for that. It still doesn't feel great taking a back seat to my own anger and frustration with the world.
What's the point, anyway? All I gain from it is more anger. It's one of the stronger feedback loops I've not been able to divorce myself from.