Why?

What is it about pain that makes our lives so interesting and unique. Without it, we'd be bored, unimpressionable, individuals.

Sometimes when things get problematic or people often become confrontational, I feel a murky thick blackness brewing in the bowels of my stomach. It feels like evil, but it's not. Instead it manifests into blind rage that has only intensified since moving to this dynamic city. Something about the people, the transportation, the competitive nature brings the worst out of people and instead of a healthy east coast "I don't have time for you," people on the west coast manage to lecture you about the time they don't have.

It's a fascinating subject. You'd think that they would wise up, take a hint and forget about all of the complaining, yet I think it's an attribute that people develop while living here. Everythings hard, no one's hiring, driving is awful anywhere, and language barriers are spreading across the globe.

Maybe the fear of the unknown and uncertainty in people is what sets me off.

As I contemplate all of these things I have to hope that things only get better and that this guard/wall that I put up will only disintegrate over time.

Until then, pain is all I can learn from.