Lousy Weekend
Rain rain rainI skipped Summerfest on Thursday and Friday night because of frequent thunderstorms. I did go Saturday night, only to experience chilly weather and another of my on-going epiphanies about my rapidly fading youth.
Everyone there was so young. I didn't see an eligible female in my age group all night. Although, I'm sure they were there, I didn't notice any.
I did see Little Richard, so now I can say, "yeah, ...I saw Little Richard perform" on some future date when he is gone and no one will ever see him again. He was good, actually. Funny. I remarked at how appreciative I was that he never went through a career mid-life crisis where he tried to remake himself by releasing a bunch of awful songs in whatever style of pop music that was popular at the time. To my knowledge, there aren't any Little Richard disco albums, 80's style dance pop, 90's style eco-pop. Thank the Lord that we did not have to sit through half a set of that garbage, he played nothing but the classics. The hits. The standards. Exactly what we wanted to see.
But man, ...did I get into a funk Saturday night that lasted until late Sunday evening. I was irritated, bitter, and "down" in general. It was strange. I almost felt like I was in a hole and didn't know how to get out. It felt like I might be down there forever. Even as I was talking to friends, I was faking it. I thought that maybe if I went along and acted happy like I always do, the feeling would fade, but it didn't.
I had worked all day, not gotten enough done, was tired, ...it was about 6pm and I had a choice. Go home, or play tennis with my friend. We were supposed to play at 3:30, then 5, ...so it looked like it wasn't going to happen. But we were both free, so I said, sure, let's play.
Maybe it was just being in the sun, getting some exercise, getting the blood pumping, ...but I started to feel better on the way home. The pit-like feeling hung with me for awhile, ...but within 45 minutes of calling it a night at the courts, it started to fade. I felt good. I slowly got better from there and now I feel completely "normal".
This has been happening to me every now and then since last autumn. I wonder what the problem is. I don't like feeling fragile. I've always been rather proud of my ability to handle stress, depressing events, hardship, ...I've always been in control. I don't feel out of control, but I feel "weaker" some times.
Me no like.
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