Some Days

Just aren't good. Generally it's a matter of outlook. I started my day fussy and concerned about the stuff I'm going through...et voila, I stayed that way all day--and looked forward to fourth block, when I could hang out, take a deep breath, and detox. Sam was right...I do live in the physics lab.

Anyway, today I was reminded of how much talking to someone--anyone--can improve your mood or outlook when you're upset. Even when there's no advice to be given, no healing measures to be taken, there's something to just sitting down, looking someone in the eye, and (not to be graphic) purging. Getting a little sympathy and a shoulder to lean on makes all the difference in the world.

The really incredible part is the people who perform this therapy/gypsy magic (I'm not sure which it is yet...you can't rule out the magic) on you are generally so unassuming--they do it because it's the right thing to do, or they care about you. And they make it known simply by their actions.

This post is...not well written. But I'm not editing it.

EDIT: This was going to be a more ambiguous thanks to all people who have been there for me recently, but I really should give extra props to Jackson--for being so accessible all the time, and understanding my situation, and especially for being honest about the fact that there's no advice, or anything I can do--things "will just suck" for a little while, but eventually they'll get better.

After this afternoon, I do believe they will.