I’ve been here before.
I wait. It will go away.
And I’m glad I realize it. This will be useful in the future – to always know that this is nothing. This is sadness for no reason and it will go away.
I hope a better song comes on the radio and changes my mood.
It doesn’t. Another sad song.
I tap my foot. I play on my phone. Eventually they’re ready and I get my pills. It’s hard to smile. My face feels heavy.
It lasts about 20 minutes. And I’m through it.