Oh, there goes gravity.

Today is nothing like I expected it would be yesterday. A friend of mine and I both lamented in anxiety brought on by a variety of circumstances which all seem to congregate the day you get back from vacation.
Remember back in grade school when spring break was the brightest light in the school year tunnel? You go someplace with friends or family and forget every little inconvenience of your scholastic life. Usually by Wednesday you begin to remember that you are only on vacation and are briefly depressed. "But wait, it's only Wednesday!" you might say. Then the rest of your week is magnificent. I'm referring to the period after the week is over, but before the next week begins. It's that Sunday reboot that I hate.
Despite loathing it, I was glad I had to work yesterday, as it tends to occupy my mind. My friend was not so lucky. I have felt her pain many times over in the past. Sitting home alone with vapors of adrenaline diffusing throughout your veins. The sun tends to shine through the window and hit you in the eyes no matter how you adjust on the couch, but it's still a little too cold to do anything outside at length. You aren't hungry. You have nothing that needs to be done. You aren't tired. You are left with only your mind running through memories and possibilities. You think only of past failures and times that were good and how your future is bleak and you don't have any money and nobody could love you and why are you here and what good do you do to the world and why can't you just crawl into a hole and live with someone who understands you completely...
Then a friend calls and makes everything better.
I, for one, actually embrace these days and feelings. The amount of happiness you can achieve is directly inverse to the amount of pain you can feel. Going through those bad times not only makes good times sweeter, but it reminds you that you are human.