I was in a foul mood on Monday. The foul mood came from a few sources and there were decisions I could have made a few weeks back that would have limited the situation, but I didn’t and there was that foul mood.
The thing about foul moods, especially when you can’t change the circumstances that cause them, is that you might as well just cope.
You might as well cope more or less silently. A dear friend listened to me complain and sat quietly and was supportive, but the foul mood was sticking around.
I realized something yesterday. I went with a friend for coffee. I didn’t tell him I was in a very bad mood (would you want to go for coffee with someone in a bad mood?) We talked about books and food and Christmas presents and it wound up being a great time.
I find – and maybe you are like this too – when I get angry I lose all sense of perspective. I’m not able to see what I can do about the situation, I’m not able to necessarily see what I did that helped get myself into the situation. I’m just mad.
I get martyrish when I’m mad.
(I come by it honestly – my mother is the queen of martyrs.)
I hate that about myself.
The diversion helped.
Oh, don’t get me wrong – I’m still mad as a wet cat – at a few people – including myself.
The diversion made me a bit less so.