Who's Ready to Feel Disappointed?

I have no intention of posting today. 

   

I did.

   

I made a post about it earlier.

  

Then, I wrote some stuff.

   

But that stuff was awful, syntactically and in a moral sense. It was a rumination on the topic "why I believe disinterested and selfish women are responsible for cold and cynical men," which turned into something about "how I believe young women who date older men are bad people, and if older women want to complain about men dating younger women, they shouldn't have ignored young men when they were younger," and then transitioned into "why hopelessness makes kindness arbitrary, which allows for bitter, alienated people to be nice, rather than cynical and cold, according to their preference."

   

I didn't like how it sounded.     

  
It's been that sort of day.
  
There was some other stuff, about an inability to dismiss regrettable thoughts (even when you're aware of their falsehood), but I'm not sure that was warranted.
 
Anyway, this was the first aborted attempt in a month or so to post something. Maybe next time will be better.