The winds of change blow and buffet me about. Most of the time I don't like what's happening to me, but I'm powerless to do anything to change it. So why bother trying? It's too much effort. It's just one thing after another, wearing me down, making me more and more tired. I'll put myself in other people's hands and hope they don't hurt me. If they do, I probably deserve it. I'll sit back and take it and then bitch when they're not around. I suppose it must be my lot in life.