Forever Blowing Bubbles

Today was definitely not a contender for "Best Day Ever." It really didn't even make it through the qualifying rounds. I've got some ish to deal with, and it's not enjoyable. It's also made me think about a whole slew of other topics that I've been pretty good at compartmentalizing for the last year and a half, so I've had a hard time concentrating. I went to the gym after work, hoping that I could run out the blues, but it didn't really do the trick. Still feeling blah when I got home, I decided a long hot shower was in order. As I stood there in one of the most stereotypical "girl depressed while standing in shower" poses, I reached for my face wash and realized that, no matter how down-in-the-dumps I may be, I cannot resist blowing bubbles with soap.

To be fair, this is not just any soap. For some reason, this Biore face wash can't help but be the bubbliest soap you've ever had the pleasure of lathering. I found this out while washing my face and merely breathing...and thus creating a ridiculous soap bubble. Ever since, it's been impossible to get through my morning routine without blowing at least one soapy circle. And there I was, taking a depressed-shower, and fighting the urge to blow a bubble. I lost.

I guess as bad as I feel, there will always be that part of me that takes pleasure in the littlest of things. It's the hint of optimism that won't leave my pessimism alone. It's one of the reason I identify myself as an Optimistic Pessismist. Bad shit's gonna happen - but, oh, what if it didn't?!

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