PickledCherub
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Mostly a Poorly Executed Day
Interaction after interaction went sour: an old classmate alienated; a customer miffed. That's about it, but I'm resonating with sourness, and a sense of failure as a person, server, friend. It's silly that I'm so sensitive, but that's me.
I guess, to examine it a bit, work has been increasingly stressful, and I feel sad sad about my friends moving away. I don't have to work tomorrow, so maybe I'll do something to push along the grieving process. Maybe a long drive. A day by the river. Sometimes I get so sad and I feel like a delicate little flower and I want to look myself in the mirror and say "What's wrong with you? It's really not so bad. You need to toughen up and get over it."
Maybe I could see a funny movie.
I guess, to examine it a bit, work has been increasingly stressful, and I feel sad sad about my friends moving away. I don't have to work tomorrow, so maybe I'll do something to push along the grieving process. Maybe a long drive. A day by the river. Sometimes I get so sad and I feel like a delicate little flower and I want to look myself in the mirror and say "What's wrong with you? It's really not so bad. You need to toughen up and get over it."
Maybe I could see a funny movie.
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