I know there are people in the world right now, right this very minute, who are fighting for basic human rights, for freedom, who are being oppressed. Like the people of Libya or Charlie Sheen, people in my own country, and city, maybe even on my own street.
And there was a time that I cared. I had opinions and ideas and idealistic solutions that I would vocalize and debate and defend. But now? Now I'm exhausted. With everything so that nothing seems to matter as much as the tiredness.
So I wallowed in it, sitting stonily next to the tub, resentful of the splashing and the impending towelling and singing of silly songs and chubby naked bums.
Then there were bubble beards. Giant frothy bubble beards. Bubble beards dripping from grinning, giggling faces.
And I felt rested.
Now what to do about Libya...and Charlie Sheen.