when all is blank, minutes are worthless.

It's not the end of the world, but enough people who make mountains out of molehills makes the world sometimes feel like the Himalayas. Things that aren't the end of the world become as such, if only to make oneself look good, and I shouldn't have maybe assumed the best of someone.

I'm hoping this triviality blows over, though it always astounds me how one slip is an opportunity for others to climb up, how one slip is the end of the world and the otherwise overwhelming consistency is ignored. It shouldn't bother me but I have less patience for this absurdity than I used to and I'm just trying to maintain some kind of calm and perspective, though I'm already jittery and frustrated with other things too.