Karma Chameleon

Morning. I have a nasty habit of getting comfortable. No matter what the situation is (be it emotional or physical). As I look back, I suppose it's a self-defense mechanism. I don't get angry... not enough. Anger is a catalyst to facilitate change. Could be violent or healthy, but it's a change. So Sunday, I didn't get any sleep. I usually get a ride from parents who get coffee in the mornings. That morning... they're not. This mixed with non-operating P.T. makes me angry. Angrier when they're out and decide not to get you. It just takes longer for me to get where I'm going. Screw it! But on the way in, a stranger named Lee offered me a ride in. It's rare to see someone help one another... or it's rare that I see it. Good karma... It reminds me of when I used to do nice things for others... before I became the proverbial 'Chameleon.' Funny how the words just work.