Not Broken

There's a quote that always sticks in my head in times like these:

It is amazing how fast stark terror can turn to stark boredom.*

I believe the same can be said for sadness. There is no rhyme or reason it it. It comes as swiftly as it goes. I am an ever-revolving sphere of emotion.

Today I am happy.

I don't have much to say today, but I thought it pertinent to prove that I am not a total train wreck. I sit in my chair at this dusty keyboard listening to Talk Radio as they discuss culture-shifting ideas like Keep the Change for Bank of America or the shifting stroller (I don't even know what that is). I'm flat broke, work is overwhelming, Lady Gaga is stuck in my head, and my friends are spread to all corners of the country.

But I am happy.

I will relish this moment because I don't know how much longer it will last. Happiness has become elusive and precious to me. I will not squander it.

In the meantime:

She's not broken,
She's just a baby,
But her boyfriend's like a dad,
Just like a dad...




*I could not find the exact quote, but as it was probably plagiarized in the first place, I don't find that I care much. At any rate, it got the point across.