Unhinging

One of those days

Sometimes you just need a little pick-me-up and other times you feel like a forklift couldn’t pick you up if it tried.

You’re a grown lady and can usually take a lot of shit. You never play the victim card and never want anyone to pity you but sometimes you wake up and feel the weight of the world on you. You feel like every aspect of your life is a huge mess and there is absolutely no way to untangle it, so you lie in bed and feel sorry for yourself, but only for a few minutes and then you get the fuck up and get dressed for work.

If you work in a busy area like I do, you walk past hundreds of people everyday. Instead of seeing them as just another man or woman that’s walking past, I sometimes wonder what they’re thinking about and if they’re judging me when they look at me. Sometimes I like to think about all the shit they’ve been through, whether they’re married or if they’ve had their heartbroken, if they’re on their way to work or if they’re a miserable, unemployed person just looking for a chance. I don’t think you can validate that other people’s problems are worse than yours or vice versa. An individual’s problem is subjective to themselves. Everyone has their own battles but sometimes I’m so caught up in my own world I don’t remember that there are 7 billion other people on this planet — every one of them with a different story and I’m probably one of the few that should feel lucky that I’m alive and healthy.

I’m entitled to feel like shit but sometimes I need to look at the bigger picture.