If we've ever met you probably know that I am a miserable person. I hate pretty much everyone I meet, have no patience for other people's children, frequently litter and at least once a day like to say something horrible about someone else to boost my own self esteem. It's not easy being this awful, in fact most of the time it's exhausting.
I'd give almost anything to be one of those dumb-dumbs walking around with their eyes closed not noticing the terrible things going on around them. I wish I could live in a world where I couldn't see girls wearing garish mint colored pants, or hear people say literally when they mean figuratively or feel the jarring brush of a stranger when they forego all common decency and touch me without my permission. I do not live in that world; I live in a land where it seems as though sometimes I am the only one who has any idea what's going on.
To my surprise every once in a while my clarity will be clouded, and I am able to walk around in a good mood for up to thirty minutes at a time. Sometimes this change in temperament is brought about because of a particularly long and lovely nap, while sometimes it's because I just had an eggroll with my lunch. I'm having one of those moments right now, where I can feel the air in my lungs and Taylor Swift's music sounds uncharacteristically not terrible and I'm just happy to be alive.
This must be what taking mood stabilizers is like, so I better go enjoy it while it lasts, I probably have a good ten minutes left before I turn back into a curmudgeon.