Unconscious offense
I just read Shakespeare's Venus and Adonis, not because I had to, but because I was feeling bored from the (minimal) studying I did today and wanted to read something beautiful. Poetry always renews my soul, like raindrops on a rose in the midst of a drought. I feel like that rose, like my heart has been left in the middle of the driest desert on Earth. Everything feels like a chore and I feel like everything I do is wrong, that I make people angry or annoyed without even trying to - maybe's it's something about my voice. I have a tendency to raise my voice, even when I'm not angry. It's not like I enjoy offending people, I just find that I do. Maybe if I were a poet, I could assuage them with heartbreaking verses, but alas, I'm not. Anyhow, have to get back to the grind.
Final thought: Shakespeare knew the true meaning of love.
From Venus and Adonis
"I know not love," quoth he, "nor will not know it,
Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it;
'Tis much to borrow, and I will not owe it;
My love to love is love but to disgrace it;
For I have heard it is a life in death,
That laughs and weeps, and all but with a breath."