There are good days; and there are bad days.

There are days where you think you can take on the world. It's on these days that you'd probably do a better job of it anyway.

Then there are bad days. Where you just aren't as daring, caring, accomodating and reasonable as you could be. For no particular articulable/confessable reason at all.

There are days when what other people have to say fascinates you. You can't begin to describe the joys of living. Everything is a profound experience, laced with the inherent beauty of simply being alive.

Then there are days when others' exuberance simply gets in your face. And you want nothing better than to get it out (of your face). Their excitement seems hollow and plastic. Don't they know what's it all about? No? Then can't they get their nauseating selves out of my air space and let me try and figure it out?

Then they really do leave you alone. At first you try and find entertainment in the echoes around you. Then you feel alone. Then you feel like you've never needed anyone else anyway. You try to hold in your head the memory of migraine of having other people in your life. You try to hold on to the foolish pride that you used to latch yourself in.

Or maybe it's just me.

God, I need more good days. Help me remember that You're the way out of the bad, too.