A Bad Day?

Sure, sometimes I have a bad day. It makes me feel cranky and out of sorts. I try not to inflict my mood on those around me. I have learned to ask myself;

Have I had enough water lately? Do I need a snack?

Am I spending too much time in front of a screen?

Do I need to go outside, go for a walk, work in the garden?

Do I need a nap?

These days, have I showered, brushed my teeth and gotten dressed?

Do I just need a hug?

Never once have I thought I’m so cranky and out of sorts that I will just have to go on a homicidal rampage.

Because that is not a bad day, that is a bad life. That is hatred for self turned inside out. That is wrong.

It’s enough to make the angels weep.

(On March 16, 2021, a young white man self-described as sex-obsessed entered three Asian staffed spas in the Atlanta, GA, area and shot nine people, killing eight of them. A police spokesperson said that Long “had a bad day.”)


2 thoughts on “A Bad Day?

  1. You made the point beautifully. That he was having a “bad day” was probably the grossest statement I have heard in a long time.


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