Eye of the Beholder

on being a spectator.

I can’t pinpoint the exact moment I transformed from a person into a disgruntled little troll, but it was sometime during the month of April.

To be clear, I mean troll as a noun not a verb. I would never harass anyone, online or otherwise, but am not above mumbling and grumbling and assuming the countenance of those sad, shriveled inhabitants of Ursula’s…