At some point, sooner or later, I'm going to snap. I know it. It's as inevitable as dawn after dark. I don't think anyone will even notice, at least at first. It's hardly a matter of great interest.
People have their own lives to worry about.
And if I'm going to continue to wake up mornings wondering why I continue to wake up mornings, perhaps it's time to hurry things along a bit. The sheer fact that I'm able to complain about my lot while 118 sailors lie dead on the ocean floor, I submit, ought to disqualify me for further existence. You can probably guess the answer to that, too.