Today I am in a funny mood. Not the "rolling on the floor laughing" kind of funny, but the kind of funny that lacks any real description. The kind of funny that transforms my mind into a virtual prison disconnecting me from the rest of the universe.
On days like this, I toss away my 'to do' list, focusing my attention only on what needs to be done.
On days like this, I'm careful not to initiate conversation and surround myself with as much and quiet time as my schedule realistically allows.
On days like this, I withdraw into the protective cocoon of Introspection, seeking to regain my vanishing sense of balance.
On days like this, I read, and write, I study and pray. I contemplate something I seem to have lost.
On days like I am an outsider; belonging nowhere, believing nothing.
On days like this, I lose all perspective of who I am; and what, if anything, I contribute to the world.
On days like this, I'm neither happy nor sad. I'm simply here, waiting for the "real me
to come to the rescue.
Today there is no laughter, no amusement, no pain.
Today, I am in a funny mood.