January 24th, 2016.
Truly the most depressing day of the year?
I can't say that there aren't significantly more horrendous things happening around the world on every other day of the year, but January 24th was truly part of a strange weekend.
Valerie's breakup was probably the catalyst that made me accept the superstition of the day. I mean clearly anything publicized in the news is accurate. But when she walked in the door with tears streaming down her face, I knew something was happening that day. And the worst part is my own ability to potentially lighten the impact of the event had I done something sooner. I just didn't know; it wasn't my place.
Brooke's own escapades were getting to her. The boy that night, the guy in the morning, and the man that evening. Which direction to turn? Although all are relatively good things; the weight of decision making was definitely taking its toll that day. Not to mention the upcoming events this week and next month that play into the problem.
Nina's voice is pretty much gone now. Maybe I should force her to go to the doctor.
Heather - frustrated with her meeting and sad about the cat situation.....Oh the cat. I had a stress dream last night regarding that. It literally consumed my weekend and scattered yesterday morning all over the place. It was actually a quite comical moment; basically the definition of my beautifully disorganized life. I think I thrive on chaos; it gives everything meaning. I'm glad Johnathon was a part of it; I hope he sticks around.
Not to mention my own recent and consistently poor decision-making abilities. Well, not even decision-making. I didn't even give my behavior so much as a thought. I don't seem to care and I need to care. Thus, it was a relatively good night - no - great night for me. There's just part of me that wishes I didn't think so. Can I blame everything on the fact that I was stressed? I just don't understand a lot of what's happening right now.
And the other-Nina's breakup. That truly made me hurt. It seemed like such a desperate cry for help but I'm glad we were able to make the situation better. I don't empathize but at least I can try my best to sympathize.
Maybe not the gloomiest day of the year for southern California, but definitely an emotional rollercoaster. When it rains it pours (which is supposed to be happening, El Nino, helloooo).
