Ever have one of those days that starts out badly and just builds and builds until you totally snap? That was my day. It started when I opened the fridge to make breakfast and all I had was one shriveled up apple. It proceeded to get worse bit by bit as: I spilled coffee over my notebook, tripped over nothing as I was walking down the sidewalk, had to pay a gazillion gold doubloons for birth control because my health insurance STILL hasn’t kicked in, and handed over my last 2.50 for a slice of pizza that was soggy and cold. On top of all this I was feeling a bit of what the kids call “heartbreak.” Needless to say, by the time I hopped on the metro to go home I was using every last ounce of energy to hold back my tears. Unfortunately, the second I turned on my magical music machine, one of the saddest songs on my playlist blasted into my ears. The damn burst. I started sobbing uncontrollably on the metro. At rush hour. It was hilarious watching everyone eying me warily as they inched away from me so of course I did what any sane person would do: started laughing hysterically. So there I sat, crying and laughing as people moved more and more quickly to the edges of the train car. I suppose public outpourings of emotion are inappropriate in this day and age but hey, I felt better for getting it all out of my system. Plus, since all the seats around me were swiftly vacated by nervous people, I got to sit down for the rest of my journey.
The song that was my undoing (please don’t judge me!):
In Which I have a blog. 