Grumpy

I don't know what's wrong with me. I went to the kinesiologist last week and came out feeling like $635 bucks (awesome for me). Last few days I've been grizzly, people have annoyed me, I've lost all my confidence (again). I am also paranoid that people don't like me, including some of my best friends. It's a weird time. I am thinking of tricking myself into doing some laps at the pool tonight. I am thinking that no man (that I like) will ever be interested in me. I'll never be able to afford a car, nor a house. I won't be able to have children. I am doomed. Blah, blah fucking blah. Someone i am working with (my mentor), described herself as an optimist. I am a pessimist through and through, although I don't know why. Genetic? Smoking too much pot as a young adult? Irrational career choices? True insight into reality that everyone else is oblivious to? I don't know, might start smoking pot again...

On a positive and more healthy note, I found salvation on the dancefloor on Sunday night after working all weekend. I am thinking of lining up a house-swap with a Maldivian climate change refugee. Happy to go under via rising sea levels rather than via my own pessimism.