When a man is full, what can he do?
—Zorba, the Greek
Or in my case, overflow.
I started crying in class. Thankfully, no one noticed. People can get awkward around a crier. Unfortunately, suppressing a good cry is as unsatisfying as stifling a sneeze.
A lot of people having been saying the wrong things to me lately. On top of that, the abundance of interaction I have with people — a side-effect of my projects — is leaving me drained and overstimulated.
I don’t even have time to deal with this. I have to put it all aside, because there are more important things to think about right now.
At the bus stop, I realized that I have a tendency to brood. I don’t listen to happy songs to get me out of the mood. It’s all minor keys and lemon peels, so I can help it run its course.
It’s been a rough week.
Sometimes, a part of myself spills out.