I'm feeling exceptionally sad right now. I feel so alone yet I don't want to talk to anyone. Nobody says anything right.
I know this feeling will pass, probably by morning. I'm too freaking well-adjusted for it to linger too long.
At the barber shop yesterday a man was loudly telling everyone a story about a high school girl who was missing an arm yet was still one of the best athletes in the state.
"Ain't no one in here who can complain about nothing," he proclaimed. "You know what I'm saying?"
I do. I know what he's saying. There is always someone worse off than you. When you're at your lowest there is always someone your friends can point to and say, "At least you're not in that place." And they're right. At least you have friends, right?
But is it really so wrong to really feel your feelings? What is so wrong about saying, "I'm sad. I'm mad. This sucks!"
I think we all need to give ourselves a fucking break and stop comparing our woes. Strong feelings don't always need to be medicated away. Or talked away. Or written away.
Maybe they need to be truly felt, so we can truly deal with them.
I'm sad. I'm mad. I'm tired.