rain comes pouring down, falling from blue skies. words without a sound coming from your eyes
It's funny how the possiblity for a good day can turn into a bad day complete with serious dissapointments. Even though great things are happening, it's funny how since they're not happening to you, you can't summon quite enough elation to cover your initial saddness and frusturation. Sometimes being happy, even if you really really want to, can be very difficult. Then it's even funnier how those days can get even worse because of the littlest things and people. When you think that things possibly couldn't get worse ( even though only the most trivial things are going wrong) they always do. Murphey's Law child, it hits you like a ton of bricks. So you slouch off to be alone, wallowing in the depths of self-pity, hungry and tired and ready to give in. As often happens on days like this however, the little things get turned around. Other small things take the place of those that were lost, and new joys color in the darkness of defeat. Old friends and good memories fly to the rescue, without even being asked. Maybe quiet time and a 99-cent frostee is the cure for a lousy day?
Maybe it wasn't so lousy after all?
Maybe it wasn't so lousy after all?