Another "What was it all for" moment

 

As far as I can tell of what's going on, everyone is trying to be tougher than the next guy. Everyone wants to show that they care less than anyone else.  

I spent the whole evening in a swanky bar, filled with empty words, filled with the thoughtless behavior of people who want to be known for the robustness of their egos, but not one iota of tenderness to go before it. 

But the thing that precedes everything should be tenderness; should be love, love, love. . .