Humans get so worked up. I guess they don't know how to solve violence, poverty, and racism, so they get all worked up over little things, things it's easy to have an opinion on.
It wears me, seeing the way humans lash at each other in the media, whether it's politicians making statements, or ordinary people conversing over the internet.
And it wears me, being around humans. In person, they are not so cruel as they are in the media, but still, they are so earnest and fervent about silly stuff.
At last I go home. It's the weekend. I do have to go out Sunday, but I can spend Friday evening and all day Saturday here in my refuge, my place of quiet peace. I can curl up with a blanket and a book. I can listen to beautiful music and sip hot beverages.