I really do not mind rain normally, but a bad day compounded with unseasonable rain breaks me down. I often have bad days. (I mostly have amazing days making me a prime candidate for a bipolar diagnosis.) Consequently, it intrigues me to find what the common factor is for my bad days. With the use of all my deductive skills I try to uncover the lowest common denominator. In depth profiles of my diet, environment, activities, time of the month, etc. spill some light onto what puts me in a dark place.
I woke up and it was clear today would not be a good day. My bike, cell phone, and debit card broke and it was raining. I took out the trash out but the truck never came. Analyze. Analyze. Analyze. Then my msn correspondent and former sexy-time tutor put in the final damper on my rainy day. I was clinging to the comfort that this lousy day was going to teach me what makes me grumpy, when he took that away by blatantly pinpointing the primary reason I get mopy. He truthfully told me that I need positive attention or I fall into my well of self-pity. It is so dark in my well that I need a man 10000km away to tell me where I am. Then it rains.
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