They say gas prices are on their descent. Supposedly. I saw $3.96 in the normal neck of the woods and $4.25 where I work. So it goes.
The newspaper runs its requisite cover story every few months with a photo of a gas pump and screaming text about prices per barrel. A Facebook event will crop up proposing a gas station boycott. My friends complain, everybody complains.
Me, I approach gas prices the way some people approach death: I'll have to buy it inevitably, whatever the cost. Kicking and screaming won't do. I roll with it.