Pennies

It's incredible for me to read my last entry. Posted just six days ago, it feels as if I were in an entirely different headspace altogether. Maybe we really grow in fits and spurts, and this last week has tested me enough to cause some emotional/intellectual development.

I'm ok, but lots of people around me are not. It's funny, too, how when bad things happen, I tend to notice how little other people care. I'm not blaming them, I understand that everyone has their own thing going on. It's just a little alienating to be tossing and turning a strange variety of unpleasant thoughts in my head all day, and then have everybody else still talk about the weather.

Fortunately, I am remaining oddly zen throughout this moment of discomfort. Between the visit from The Little Guy (ending today after almost a full week), losing an employee at the bookstore for a week, and the odd social turn that has recently taken place, I haven't had a minute alone. That's not entirely true: two days ago I got smacked with food poisoning (or something equivalent) and spent a few hours at home in bed. I was alone, then, but far too delirious to think.

Sometimes that's for the better.