Abnormal Behaviour

You know when you wake up with Meredith Grey's voice reading the morning soliloquy in your head that it's going to be one hell of a dark and twisty day. It's as if you just know you're going to be performing hardcore metaphoric surgery on your life... and slap my ass and call me Sally if you don't bump into a tumor or two along the way.

Why is it that you can have a great day, go to sleep, wake up... have ONE thought and suddenly the whole day just seems like too much to handle?

The fear of failure, the fear of pain, or of hardships... it is sometimes so strong against the weakened optimism of certain people that it's enough to not only send you to your knees, but actually keep you lying in bed in your PJs all day.

What is this unreasonable depression? There is no reason behind it. There's no trigger. It's just... hormones.

So we do what society expects us to do: get out of bed, make that cup of joe (which has NO magical cheering properties whatsoever, believe me), take a shower and put your game face on. You put off that fear until the end of the day where you can dissect it in the privacy of your own bed and tell yourself it was all unfounded.