sometimes i wonder if i am manic or bi polar.
yesterday i was in a great mood and it pushed through the whole day. all the worries, frustrations and problems that I face were of no concern. I felt content, felt happy and knew that somehow, someway things would find their way right side up.
today i woke up and told myself it was going to be a good day. told myself but really didn’t believe it. i told myself I was going to stay in a good mood and be happy. I am really trying. It isn’t working very well.
I think I am just tired. Tired of doing things that don’t really work. Tired of Juba. Tired of this F@#$ing beer.
only if it was still yesterday. I love having days like that.
if everyday was one long happy day soon enough the human race would start to complain about it all. i revel in the variety myself.
Pole for the down time. elite’s comment reminds me of the Matrix which I watched yesterday, where Agent Smith says the first version of the matrix where everyone was happy was a failure, with lots of humans dying. I guess we do need the variety to keep us moving.