of contentment, or maturity, or complacency, or cynicism. All of these probably. But more often than not these days, when I observe an online episode that’s contentious and lively and wildly inflammatory with many people contributing, and it avidly interests me as it touches on topics and themes and issues that I find personally compelling and thought-provoking: after considering the situation for a while, and the many positions expressed, worthy and less so, by those involved, I reason out an opinion or response that pleases me and which might draw some interesting reactions, because I think about these things a lot, and I might even have a respectable amount of experience in the matters at hand if I do say so myself. But I rarely make these thoughts public, or at least not published online, because at the end of the day, who really needs that shit anymore? In fact, this here, now, is a more interesting development to me, this internal sentiment, and not just because it’s about myself. So instead of putting those other thoughts down to be read, I put these thoughts, and now I’m going to walk out in the snow and catch a train to Baltimore.