Saturday, August 14th, 2004 • 1 Comment on Mopey Me
I guess I must sound the way I feel because people, even complete strangers, keep asking me if I’m okay. Which means the people who know me best are busy hiding the knives, my car keys and the tequila (kidding… just kidding… well, mostly). It doesn’t help that Charley is out there stirring up things, making the weather as dreary and gray as my mood.
I would like to say I am, by nature, a happy person. I
think I am, but I’m not entirely sure. I guess that’s a question better asked of the aforementioned people who know me best (but wait until they hide the knives, my car keys and the tequila before you ask). I don’t think I’m a pessimist, though there are a couple of diehard optimists in my life who make me feel like the voice of doom. I’m not overly distrustful and I don’t expect the worst of every situation. Just because I question people’s motives and can imagine
the worst happening doesn’t make me a pessimist, does it?
Even if it doesn’t feel like it now, I know the sun will come out (literally and figuratively), if not tomorrow then certainly the day after. Or the day after that. Or a week from next Tuesday. But the sun
come out, dammit.