There was a full moon on August 29. Usually I give no weight to astrological bullshit, but there’s something in the air, and the after effects are lingering. I’m feeling sour and snappy, and I know it’s not only me. All around, everywhere I look, shoulders are slumped, sighs are heaved, and resting bitch face is the default expression.
There’s some kind of collective bad mood happening, and it’s seemingly inexplicable. Sure, people are busy, but that’s nothing new. Sure, traffic is heavy, but that’s to be expected. Sure, most drivers are douche yachts, or…as my new coworkers like to say…douche frigates, but how is that different from any other week?
Even my adorable son, who was like this a few short days ago:
Turned into this over the weekend:
The weird thing is, the bad mood is palpable enough that I’ve overheard several people ask other people, “Hey, are you okay?” I hear myself attempting cheerful pep talks to people who seem down, but I don’t even believe my own load of crap and give up a quarter of the way through. Lately, I have nothing to add to the conversation except, “Yeah, that sucks, dude.” I just can’t muster up the umph. And why?
I see a bad mood rising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see stank eye and frownin’.
I see bad times today.
Don’t go around tonight,
Well I’m bound to take your life,
There’s a bad mood on the rise.
So what’s causing this? Because at first I thought I had just reached my quota of nice for the month. But then why is everyone else all “meh,” too? Can someone explain? Did we just all decide to simmer in our issues and pout at the same time? Is there some kind of virus going around that makes people droopy and sad?
Until someone can talk this out in plain science, I’m blaming it on the moon. Or Mercury, which is in retrograde September 17. Or you all, who are too busy moping around to…to…to help me finish this damn sentence. Dammit.