How can you say that your truth is better than ours?

Or, a commentary on aggressive apathy.

"If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy I could have won..."

This.  This has been stuck in my head for ages and it's the set of words bouncing around my head all the time.  This semester would've gone spectacularly if I hadn't spent the whole time practicing a wonderful skill of not caring about anything.  I need a hobby, in other news.  It's just cold and grey but there's no snow yet and I care about tea and hiding in books than I do much else.
We were reading On Faerie Stories in Dr. Morgan's class, and talking about how faerie isn't an escape.  She can say all she wants that it's not, but my books are for me.  Oh well.