Maybe I AM Crazy

I swear I understand people less and less as I get older. I try but it doesn't seem to do me any good.

As I get closer to welcoming my daughter in to the world I wonder about people more and more. I wonder why some people think their opinions and views are the only opinions and views that matter. Or why people you considered good friends become unreachable until they have news they want you to celebrate. Better yet, I wonder why people take family for granted.

I also don't understand when people complain about things and yet make no attempt to change anything. I, more than anyone, can appreciate how much life can suck sometimes but at some point things have to change. Don't they? The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over but expecting different results each time. Maybe I know more insane people than I realized and that is why I feel as though I understand people less and less as the days go by.

Or maybe I'm the insane one and that is my problem.