You know, I think I have finally started to close in on something that has been bothering me for years, but I just haven't been able to put into words. (One of the many things, anyhow.) There seem to be so many good people in the world (good!=nice), and there seem to be a huge amount of nice people, to boot. But, why, then, is the world in such sad shape? The only conclusion I can come to is that people are more likely to be kind to people after they get to know one another. It's rather depressing. It's probably one of the reasons I find myself crying so much. I haven't felt like this in a while, and I hope it goes away soon. I'm sure it will. I know it will. I guess I'm glad that it doesn't ever go away for good, though, because if it did, who else would be concerned? I mean, how could I _know_ the concern was alive?

I need to busy myself.