Aside from becoming obscenely obese, he seems to be exceedingly angry most of the time. The reason for this overwhelming rage eludes him, and has led me to conclude that the concerned maternal types are right. He is not getting enough exercise. Exercising though has not helped in the short term. And he is getting worse. Social interaction, which has never been easy has reached an all time low. He survives at work thanks to the patient indulgence of my colleagues. Who listen to him rant and rave, insult him thoughtlessly and of course, he never crosses the line in his retorts.
The things that appear to precipitate this rage are not new. However, the potency of their influence has been sharpened to a degree where one finds it hard to breathe. His social conscience seems to be impelling me to either destroy everything or do nothing. One can sense becoming a clown, ranting on for the amusement of others, but to no avail or effect. No stories to tell, no changes to make. Just a sense of resignation in the face of irreversible impotence.
Soon, he shall either remove or get used to the underlying stresses that have been causing this outrage. His righteous indignation shall return to acceptable levels. The walk away from the borders of insanity shall certainly be pleasant. Filled with drink food and 'good human beings'.
A virgin neutered dog doesn't know he cant fuck.
