Everybody’s gotta feel bad sometimes. For some reason or another. I guess. It’s not the best feeling in the world but it happens. You just sit there, wasted, unable to lift a finger, feeling totally sucky and unimportant.
I’ve been through this psychological phase many, many times; perhaps more than most folks. And like most folks, I’ve experimented on getting out of that sickening pit. Sometimes food helps, or a little intimacy, even alcohol. Unlike most folks however I am not always successful. Or perhaps I’m just that bad in dealing with it.
I even tried the tried and tested method that some girls swear to whenever they need a pick-me-up; I shopped. But instead of seeing fluff and blue skies and hearing robins singing, I only smelled the stench of burning rubber (that would be my wallet in flames).
Some say Prozac helps, but I haven’t really reached that stage yet.
Maybe someday.