Oh! I do like to be beside the seaside

I sometimes wish I could hold a grudge. Time after time, people insult or hurt me, and I swear up and down that I'll never speak to them again. But by the time a week has passed, I have forgotten and become complaisant again. Is it just laziness? I think in part, it is. The other part has to do with the brevity of emotions. I feel things extremely strongly, passionately even, they change my world for the time that they last, everything is affected by them. But I think sometimes, that people are only capable of a certain amount of passion. Mine is wasted in an instant before it burns itself up and I live life in the grey again. Constant emotion is something that I have been able to avoid so far in my life. I don't really want to avoid it, but it seems to me that that was the way in which I was made.


On another note. I read North and South again. The first time I read it was because I thought I ought to like it, since I adore Wives and Daughters (Gaskell ftw), and I don't remember it really properly at all, but this time? Wow. I love it to bits, and wish I'd seen the mini-series when it was on telly. Oops, there's something else I need to find eventually.