Sadness

I was really sad there for about, I don't know, 20 hours or so.

Planning a personal vacation when I know I should be going home to see my Dad. Inexplicably missing someone who mostly just made me feel bad about myself -- even as someone else is doing nothing but treating me with kindness and affection. Paying easily twice what a completely ordinary meal at Oak Street Beachstro was worth. The alleged "liberal" media's constant distortion and over-simplification and exaggeration and thoughtlessness in reporting on an issue that is SO important to our future.

Capping it all was two testosterone-packed morons outside my front window today threatening to beat the shit out of each other over some stupid, minor, nonsensical traffic thing. For some reason that just brought it all to a head. I was like, really? You guys are screaming at the top of your lungs over THIS? Afghanistan, Iraq, healthcare, the economy, unemployment, crime, Iran, Korea, etc., etc., etc.

I actually went out there and was prepared to tell them to shut the fuck up and let it go, but the owner of the corner diner did it for me, in just about those exact words. It really was ridiculous.

Then when I got back in I was just sorta slightly overwhelmed in about the only way it ever happens to me. A catch in the throat, a flush in the cheek, a tiny bit of wateriness in the eye and ... well, that was about it. That's about all it ever is. I swallow and sniff and it passes and I'm done.

I need to do two competing things: 1) take responsibility and, 2) relaaaaax ... and ACCEPT.