Some days are just better than others. You know the kind I mean. Things at work go smoothly, you get a lot done and feel appreciated. Then you have the after work pleasures of eating something good(if not healthy) and engaging in a relaxing pastime.
And then, it hits you. Some emotional wreckage of a person drags you into hell and stomps up and down on you until you are nothing more than a little pile of stomped on you. But hey, that's what friends are for, right? Someone to help lift your spirits when you are feeling that self loathing that only comes to the truly self absorbed. Except that now YOU are the focus of the loathing and squirm as you might to extricate yourself, there is no escape, all the while trying to molify this raging bomb of a damage personae. And here I was, having an abnormally good day.
I should have known there would be a karmic rebound. Or at least a poorly scripted western B movie to scavenge for snappy dialogue.
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