every once in a while I find that my default emotion switches from content to uncomfortable and gloomy. This doesn't mean that I can't be happy, it just means that when I'm throught being happyI return to a sort of listless melancholy.
This can be brought on by any number of things. A poor morning, a poor choice, an absent friend, a harsh remark. Normally these things are more or less commonplace, but at times, and under the right circumstances, the smallest things will spin me into a rather deep funk. The most I can do is try to stay happy, and avoid things that will agitate me further, like my mom, or attempting to put together outfits.
I'm in such a funk now, and I hope it passes by morning.
This can be brought on by any number of things. A poor morning, a poor choice, an absent friend, a harsh remark. Normally these things are more or less commonplace, but at times, and under the right circumstances, the smallest things will spin me into a rather deep funk. The most I can do is try to stay happy, and avoid things that will agitate me further, like my mom, or attempting to put together outfits.
I'm in such a funk now, and I hope it passes by morning.
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