Time is a commodity that we all have a finite amount of. What we do with that time is how we are graded in the school of life.

Am I the only one who has sporadic episodes of anger and frustration at my “classroom performance”?

Everyone (unless you are a mutant) has had the occasion where some distant, obscure and highly embarrassing failure in your past suddenly pops up in your mind with all of the fanfare of the red carpet at the Oscars.

While many of us can shake it off, there are people that deal with that inner critic  on almost everything they do. Once that critic has voice, it’s very difficult to silence it.  At least I haven’t found a way to do it. Not one that’s easy, anyway.

And when we now find ourselves in a world where the lack of mindfulness and intelligence are in front of you every direction you turn, I find my inner a**hole turning outward. It’s becoming more reflexive and draining every time it happens.

We men want to “fix” things right then and there. But we don’t. We hold it inside, like we’ve been taught. We might cuss and yell, but that’s about it. Only those with no self-control will strike out physically. Real men will hold it together.

But it’s always at a cost.

What I find takes the wind out of my sails, is that once you see how far we (as a society) haven’t come…once you see the scale of the stupidity and lack of intelligence that permeates this country…once you see that the world you thought you knew was a fallacy, it’s very disheartening.

And frustrating.

And depressing.

And all I want to know is…when will it be over?