I can
tell when I’m in a bad mood.
My
moods are frequently linked to how much my stomach hates me. Because my
intestines are constantly trying to devour themselves and I get to do fun stuff
like coughing up blood, I feel entitled to be a little bitchy when my day
starts like that.
I
also get grumpy when I don’t sleep. Which happens a lot, I’m a very poor
sleeper. Any sound at all (like the cacophony of my family snoring) will wake
me up.
But
when I’m in a bad mood, I usually let people know. I don’t do this because I
want you to pity me or try to help me or make me feel better. I tell you so
that you know you probably shouldn’t talk to me and you certainly shouldn’t
take anything I say seriously.
I
think that we spend too much time trying to feel good. We have all these
positive feelings in the world, which is great. But some days are shit and some
days I just want to sleep and eat pudding and be left the f*ck alone. And I
need to you be okay with that, because otherwise you are going to get a
mouthful of sassy Irish bitching.
When
I have a bad day, you’ll know. I’ll tell you.
Challenge
to my Readers:
It’s
okay to be in a bad mood. It happens to the best of us. Be okay with it, live
with it and try to feel better when you feel like it. Don’t force it.
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