Sunday Secret

My kind of gloomy is the type of gloomy that’s just no fun at all.

It’s dark and dreary and it smells like angst.  It keeps a list the size of the Chrysler Building that shows all things that might or could or will go wrong.

It worships at the altar of icky and it gets all giddy when things turn black and restless.

It most certainly absolutely definitely does not believe in naps and it has a bumper sticker that says I’D RATHER BE DREADING.

It is the first one to remind me that Worry is my middle name and it ambushes me with Oh, I just happened to be in the neighborhood visits but we both know it has taken up residence underneath my side of the bed.

It slithers more than it walks and it likes to think about all things we’ll never understand.

Mostly, though, my type of gloomy is a real horse’s ass.

You Wanna Piece Uh Me?
Jeri the Journaler

6 Comments on "Sunday Secret"

  1. PJ says:

    I’D RATHER BE DREADING. Priceless. I howled.

  2. The Zadge says:

    Sounds a little like “Gollum” from Lord of the Rings, my precioussss.

  3. God, mine pops out of the closet like those trick snakes.

  4. A nap is the ultimate luxury because that means my brain has taken pity on me and shut itself off for an hour.

  5. Cupcake Murphy says:

    Gloomy doesn’t take kindly to most everything.

  6. MidLyfeMama says:

    Do you know of a type of gloomy that IS fun? A nice rainy afternoon maybe. Otherwise most gloom is just BAH.