Fog always puts me in a bad mood. In fact, anything that makes it hard to see clearly or think clearly has always annoyed me. Unfortunately, it seems like the world has been conspiring against me from the moment I burst out of Dad’s head.
Oh, right, I forgot to say: I’m Athena. You know, goddess of wisdom and strategic warfare. What a load of crap.
Humanity from the very beginning has had absolutely no natural gifts. It’s right down in the myths, if you take the trouble to read them.
And there’s my point on wisdom: humans at this point have said, there can’t possibly be Greek gods. It’s against everything we know. So what am I? A fish?
As for strategic warfare…I defy you to find any person who in the middle of the battle will stop and think. War is all fight and defend. Nothing wise about it at all.
Back to the fog. It’s a particularly foggy day in London, not that I find that odd.
I say my family drives me nuts, but I’m starting to think:
Who in their right mind chooses London when they hate fog?