This week has been stranger than ussual. Alot of anxiety running through me. One of those where you just don't feel right. While you and I know the memory of bad experiences passes with time, why can't time go by faster when we feel this way? This is just temporary and really makes you look forward to the good times. Waiting for these good times can be painstaking, and seem to warp perceptions of time.
Why are good feelings so overlooked, but the bad are burnt into our memory?
Why can't we just put that good feeling into our back pocket and pull it out when we really need it?
I could definatly use a back pocket warm feeling.
I love all of you.
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