Today I woke up feeling cloudy with a slight chance of rain. My barometer reading is at a -32 so there is a possibility that I may be agitated for the entire day. Not sure why my weather is so off today but thats not really a big concern. What is a big concern is how much longer will I continue to experience these days of inclement weather.
Above the clouds, a storm is brewing I just know it. Inside my head a cataclysm is forming. What will happen when the right concurrence of factors combine producing the perfect storm? How will I fare in that war? The sun is out but who cares. What good is the sun to me when I feel so cloudy? It doesn’t bring me warmth or comfort! So go away sun, you are no good to me today.
Its cold outside 37 degrees to be exact. Thats fine, I prefer the cold it keeps me on my toes. I have on a light jacket, that’s all I need. I don’t want to be to hot. I don’t want to contribute to that perfect storm by adding to much heat to my already boiling body and mind.
I’m at work and my work partners presence is enough to send me into a tsunami effect. He’s beyond annoying and he smells like old spice or aqua velvet aftershave. Why am I always stuck with the people who claim to be better than God? Why must I always be subjected to their volcanic eruptions that spill into my unbalanced climate? Can’t I put him out to sea?
I’m stuck in this ambulance for 8 hours a day, 5 days a week waiting for someone to scream and say I need help send me an ambulance! When will I be able to scream help? Who will be there to respond if I do? I hope not this guy.
It’s been almost 90min since I’ve entered this cave of a truck. My knee is stiff. I know when I take my first step out I will stumble a bit until I get my balance. I hope my knee doesn’t give out or else an avalanche will occur sending me down to the ground and out for the count. I’m too old for this.
Why is this man so immature? No I don’t want to see your red tongue from your cherry slushy! Close your mouth you barnyard animal! Immaturity! What an imbicle!
Today isn’t a good day. With the wind gusts in my head and the updraft of diesel fuel I feel so out of sorts. Having bipolar can cause you to have many days of drastic climate changes and immediate climate fluctuations. Today is one of those days. Everyone is a potential stressor of a ripple affect today, including myself.
I have school on my mind. The quarter is almost over, how will I pay for the next quarter? How will I pay for the books? If I can’t, then I know this fog that I am in today will grow, causing me to lose my visibility, forcing me into a world wind tail spin. Leaving pure destruction in the end. The only thing destroyed once the dust settles is me. My one goal is possibly going to be swept away by a flash flood. I saw the warning but, money doesn’t grow on trees!
All these hurricane feelings and tornado emotions. No rhyme, no reason. It just is what it is. No peace for the weatherman, means no pease for me. If everyone accepts that the weather changes everyday, then why don’t I feel so accepting of these constant changes?
Currently the weather is partly cloudy with a 50% chance of overcast. Brace yourself…..I will.
“This is a time people are worried. They’re frightened. They want someone who they have confidence in, and I believe I will be able to instill that confidence in the American people. And, by the way, I’m in this race because I care about Americans. I’m not concerned about the very poor. We have a safety net there. If it needs repair, I’ll fix it. I’m not concerned about the very rich, they’re doing just fine. I’m concerned about the very heart of the America, the 90, 95 percent of Americans who right now are struggling, and I’ll continue to take that message across the nation.”
I guess when you are poor, you cease to be an American.
This is an example of the ppl we have running for presidency? We need to hurry and gather our hand baskets because it’s going to be a long ride to hell!!