You have a difficult day. While fighting so many problems without solutions, a friend comes to ask to borrow some object, maybe a tool. You return to domestic chaos and in a little while forget to whom you loaned the object. Time passes and it is not returned. Your hopes of recovering it go up in smoke like your recently paid wages. You can see for yourself that in your immediate environment there is someone capable of robbing you to your face. One more blow to your already battered innocence. You torture yourself imagining that person enjoying what you worked so hard to get, thinking about you, laughing, calling you a shithead. You make a long mental list of the things you’ve lost in similar circumstances. Feeling a bit sick at heart, you raise a little higher the wall of distrust that separates you from others.
Daily miseries – Part 1