So far today I’ve managed to oversleep, cut myself twice (at two wildly divergent times, on objects you wouldn’t think sharp enough to cut), get a good, cathartic three tears shed, and resigned myself to not going out until later.
I was planning on attending the funeral of a friend’s mother today, but just couldn’t get myself out the door. A funeral, combined with not knowing the deceased, combined with just feeling horrible, seemed like an increasingly bad idea. Still, part of me feels guilty for not being there to see my friend.
And, continuing proof of God’s ironness…
It’s like they’re opposite points of the pendelum, only I don’t control the swing. I can’t be in contact with both, only one at a time. Maybe magnets is a better analogy…