One of Those Days
Except this one kinda crept up on me. I could feel it wanting to be one of those days, and I tried to re-focus, reorient my perspective. But something inside me quietly, inexorably pulled me down the spiral of feelings again.
It’s gotten to the point that I don’t even know how to answer people when they ask me what’s wrong. On days like today, I truly don’t know.
A more positive note : If someone I’ve never met before today finds me “poised and pleasant and smart” after a day like today, I guess I’ll do all right in life.
I could kiss you, but you’re a street sign!
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| — |
Me, when I spotted the sign for the Edwards Mill Road exit. It had been a tense 4.3 miles. |
He was not happy. He was not happy. He said the words to himself. He recognized this as the true state of affairs. He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with the mask and there was no way of going to knock on her door and ask for it back.
“
| — | Ray Bradbury in Fahrenheit 451, Part One: The Hearth and the Salamander |
You’re still an innocent. And by “Innocent”, I mean a cheating dirtbag. Or perhaps windbag would be more accurate.
Your primary traits, greatly simplified, are as follows:
- Mean
- Liar
- Pathetic
- Alone in life
- Mean
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For me, it’s more like:
Me: Mom, don’t you think that’s really pretty? I like the progression of the melody.
Mom: Oh, I wasn’t really listening.
Me: Oh, okay… *dejectedly trails off and starts playing again*
Joey (younger brother): Mogan, can I hold your flute?
Me: *facepalm*
