A Gnome

And then I hear the waves of angst and confusion roll in, like a herd of gnomes, grasping at life with their crooked paws. Poor Grumble..a lost soul. It can get lonely with these feelings. Quite lonely in fact. And at this point in the emotional process I am dazed. Its too late to do the right thing...and created now is a steaming pile of puss.

Angry little Grumble..I would be irrational too

You stumble through the same problems, day after day, in your frenzied state of existence. This is when I rationalize..contemplate. All the nonsense. Don't worry dear Grumble..someday you'll get it right.

Yea..everything is going to look up for you mister gnome.