I read, or heard, that January 6 is the most depressing day for many people. Something about the first day or first full week of work after the Holidays. Well, that's not exactly true for me and I was pretty okay for the most part of the day, but I have felt my mood take a downward swing in the past hour or so...which is kind of odd since I've been watching the Second episode of the Third season of Sherlock and found it quite amusing. (need to take a breath now) Sadness does, however, seem to be seeping in.
Ever have one of those days when it's not the sad you get tired of seeing/reading on social media...it's the happy? That's me...at the moment. Of course I realize that most of it is just posts sad people put up to make them appear like they have their shit together in front of all their friends...and whoever else may see their posts. It's annoying. Not always, but today...to me...it is.
It's not that I don't like the happy, you see. It's just that I don't like being reminded that there are those who have what I've always wanted...what I have worked so hard for...and they didn't have to do any work at all. Or maybe I'm just reminded of what I could lose. Could, but won't. Maybe.
When you want to absorb all the happy that you can, but know that if it's not yours, your body will just reject it...in time. So...you turn it off...just for a while...to recharge...to renew...to regroup to continue the battle called life another day...maybe tomorrow. Maybe.
I don't like weddings...
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