Hate ....

   Hate.  Such a harsh word.  I use it very sparingly.
Very few things in life qualify for such a nasty
word.  However sometimes dislike is just not strong
enough to express ones feelings. Lately I have been
having strong feelings bordering on hate for, of all things,
Night time.   While evenings and nights are supposed
to be the most relaxing and resting parts of the day, for
me they seem to bring on the worst.  Having a ten minute
attention span I have a terrible time with TV.   Commercials
drive me completely bonkers and I can never seem to
catch a series episode more than once or twice a season.
That leaves my evenings to short You tube Videos, music videos
and Facebook shenanigans.  Since my wife loves TV this
makes for a pretty lonely evening.  That's why I think I like
camping so much. I already know I'm going to be alone and I
accept it. Plus no mater what time I night it is I can always
simply stare at the stars and think good thoughts and make it
through.  Much unlike the horrid dreams I have when I actually
go to sleep.  I sometimes wonder if I'm being punished for
something,  although being such a kind and wonderful person I
can't imagine what for.  Must be for some of my subconscious
thoughts bouncing around in my perverted little brain.  lol
   I think on my next doctor visit I'm going to discuss it with him..
Maybe it's oxygen deprivation from sinus trouble,  maybe it's my
meds,  maybe it's an tiny demon that has taken up residence in
my head.  In any case if he has no answers maybe he can point
me towards a good shrink or exorcist.  I simply know that I
absolutely dread the coming of nights anymore.  I try to make
light of it but it is really not funny to me anymore.
   It's almost midnight so here goes..  Happy thoughts,, happy thoughts,,
I'll log back on in an hour and let you kn ow how it went..........