Dark Place
There are days where — for absolutely no reason at all — I just turn into a goblin. You know how the Harry Potter books describe goblins? They’re grumpy for no reason. Sometimes, I just wake up goblinesque — no good deed of any of my friends can sway me from my indulgence of the anger-bitterness-self-pity cocktail.
I will ignore texts. I will set aside work on purpose. I will have lunch by my lonesome. I will not take calls. It’s my way of preserving my friendships and other relationships — just get out of my freaking way for one freaking moment.
But I think I’m all better now. Maybe it’s because I actually had dinner.
