The interesting thing about stupidity is that it can both smack you in the middle of your forehead and creep up behind you when you least expect it.
Sometimes it comes in spurts. Like today.
In total, today was a good day. Work was good. Customers were good. Co-workers were good. I mean, it was seriously one hell of a good day. And yet, throughout work, I was plagued with reminders of everything I've done wrong.
This is why I hate having particularly accurate selective memory that happens to love remembering all the bad s**t that's happened and might happen.
While today treated me kindly, I did not reciprocate. I... behaved badly at times I really shouldn't have. I know of some people who would reassure me that what I did was just my protecting myself whether emotionally or physically. And I also know a few others who would just call me paranoid. Either way, that was what made today a good day. Not an excellent or happy or, dare I say it, "outstanding" day.
I barely can wait until school starts. Oddly, there's something comforting in writing and studying notes.
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