I really like that you're nice right now. I mean, I can't tell from one moment to the next what I'm gonna like, but right now... I'm glad you are.
Just for the record, the weather today is calm and sunny, but the air is full of bullshit.
Just for the record, the weather today is increasing turmoil with a possible physical and emotional breakdown.
Just for the record, the weather today is foggy with widely conflicting stories about your
father’s cause of death.
So, you can bullshit yourself into all kinds of emotional states, you can somehow crank up some well-being for yourself, but the problem is, it doesn’t last. The weather could bring it down. The stock market could make it come crashing down. And even if it does not collapse, living in anticipation that it might is bad enough! The impending possibility that it will fall apart one day is torture—often worse than the actual disaster
We always feel worse in the darker months.
I'm permanently glued
To this extraordinary mood
So now moveover
And let me take over
With my melancholy blues