Mnemosyne, Muse of Memory

It is ironic that I find myself, a person that likes nature, nutition, animals, plants, woodworking, fresh air, exercise, and hard work in a place that is crowded, stressful and away from the things I love. I try to keep my office quiet and stress free with classical music wafting from the speakers, oolong tea from the chinese tea pot and art on the walls but it invades my sanctum.

Needy people clamoring for attention are constantly coming to see me. As the days disappear before the first day back to school the frantic nature of these people becomes more obvious. What is it about people that need other people to complete their happiness? If you can't be happy by yourself and share it with another, why do you trouble other people? You will never be happy even if you suck their blood.