When I feel bad, I sulk, and whine, and rant, and get nothing done.
When I feel good, I am excited and energetic and am filled with possibility, but yet, I get nothing done.
When I feel okay, I like to look at things, but I get nothing done.
And then I see the things other people do, and it really hurts. It makes me feel like I'm not part of the human species.
Still, then comes the rare occation when someone does something for me, it reminds me that I'm a person.
Was there a point to this? It's warm outside, and that's all that matters.