I wake up at a decent time dreading getting out of bed, look at my phone and see I haven't missed a call from my parent's house. I was waiting for a mail to be sent there and without the check in the mail I couldn't take care of all the things i had to do for the day, so essentially my entire day was on hold until I received a stupid envelope.
I sleep intermittently for a few hours. Checking my phone when conscious. I finally give up on getting my check at a decent time and get out of bed and head to the bathroom. I look in the mirror and just want to scream.
I look puffy, broken out and just plain awful.
I snap at my roommate and a few other people through text message. I don't want to be snappy but I'm just inexplicably miserable. It was just one of those days when I shouldn't be out of bed and around people. I'm trying to figure out a way to explain it to my friend, just this feeling of absolute anger for not really any particular reason.
I head back to the bathroom to take a shower and I pause in front of the mirror. Rest my elbows on the sink, staring into the mirror. Staring at my miserable reflection. Sigh to myself, thinking: "it's just one of those days... when I don't want to wake up... everything in my life feels totally fucked, and I feel like i hate everyone."
It then dawns on me, my life is a Limp Bizkit song: "Ever have one of those days when you don't wanna wake up? Everything is fucked, everybody sucks!"
The idea of identifying with anything written by Fred Durst is humorous to me, and actually makes me chuckle.
I sigh heavily again thinking that I'll feel better when I'm dressed and turn on the shower resigned to change my mood. & you know, keep "rollin', rollin' rollin'."
Maybe life as Fred Durst wouldn't be so bad. Though I don't think I look very good in red hats.
Sometimes its the simplest things that can change a mood.
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