I’ve just finished lunch in the park downtown. It is an incredibly beautiful day – it’s hot and sunny and the plaza is packed for the Farmer’s Market.
And I’m miserable.
This isn’t going away. Shit.
I try to ignore it. It’s just a mood – I can’t control it. It will pass…maybe.
To be sad for no reason is just so…so…disruptive.
I’m trying to go about my day and it hits me all of a sudden – like food poisoning, or a slap in the face or a text message from the guy you’re dating to say it’s over.
You gulp and get up from the park bench. You walk to the car a couple steps behind your co-worker hoping he doesn’t notice how much you want to cry.
When he says, “Where to?” you give him the directions to the next interview. And you don’t cry.
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