Irritation hit today.
I live in a very quiet area, on a dirt road, where we can enjoy the song of the bird all day long. It's quite lovely.
Today we had to go into a nearby city, followed by the commercial section of town. Driving through traffic, with the lights, the smells of asphalt and the hustle bustle business started to make me irritated, but walking into wal*mart to use their bathrooms put me over the edge. The lighting, the automatic sinks that never seem to register that you're trying to wash your hands, the consumers consuming junk junk junk plastic products that they are enticed to buy by cleverly funded advertising... it was all too much. I found myself increasingly growing irritated... not by the people in my life, but by the culture that I walked into.
It was so nice to come home to feed the chickens, and weed the gardens. It made me appreciate my home and surroundings even more...
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