Sometimes...
You wake up in a bad mood and actually want it to last the rest of the day. You wake up and look outside and see that it's cloudy, and hope against hope that it pours down rain all day. Which makes no sense, because with your job that would really suck. But you don't care.
You're not in the mood to eat anything, just drink strong coffee. You contemplate calling in sick, but don't want to cancel that 3:15 meeting that it took you three weeks to get. So you begrudgingly get yourself up, plaster a smile on your face, and go out and greet the world.
No one else will know that you woke up at 4:45 from a horrible dream, and couldn't go back to sleep until almost 6:30. No one else will know that all you want to do today is crawl up on the couch and watch movies or read. No one else will know that you've been feeling this way a lot lately...
Since there is so much you can't control, you stubbornly make resolutions about the things that you can. You won't eat very much today. You won't spend any money. Communication with others will be scarce. Every pleasantry from you will be fake, but so masterfully done that it would be scary if someone knew how good you were at it.
There. Good plan.
You're not in the mood to eat anything, just drink strong coffee. You contemplate calling in sick, but don't want to cancel that 3:15 meeting that it took you three weeks to get. So you begrudgingly get yourself up, plaster a smile on your face, and go out and greet the world.
No one else will know that you woke up at 4:45 from a horrible dream, and couldn't go back to sleep until almost 6:30. No one else will know that all you want to do today is crawl up on the couch and watch movies or read. No one else will know that you've been feeling this way a lot lately...
Since there is so much you can't control, you stubbornly make resolutions about the things that you can. You won't eat very much today. You won't spend any money. Communication with others will be scarce. Every pleasantry from you will be fake, but so masterfully done that it would be scary if someone knew how good you were at it.
There. Good plan.
2 Comments:
I wouldn't say this happens to me sometimes as much as I would say, "all of December."
Thanks to Pink Leahtard I found your blog and this post is like a snapshot of every single February of my adult life. Thanks God it's finally March.
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