Some days I feel like the scum on the bottom of the pool. People hardly ever bother to do anything about the scum on the bottom of the pool; the floating scum has the potential to get on swimmers but the settled scum just sits there. No one cares what the horrible potential to do harm of the scum on the bottom may be.

When I have the urge to go crawl under a rock, it's generally not because I don't want anyone to bother me, but generally because I'm sick of being a fly on the wall.

Does anything we do really matter? I'm sure it does, I'm just not seeing it at the moment. Please excuse the bitterness.