Untold Tales by a Whimsical Wallflower

Okay, this whole week, I’ve been feeling a little on the depressed side.  I was acting very moody, and I kept being sarcastic and pessimistic.  I don’t know what was wrong with me.  I’m still kind of moody right now in fact.  Today, I was sitting on the bench because I have an hour of break in between two of my classes.  I was planning on studying, but for some reason, I just wanted to watch people walk by.  It’s interesting to watch people’s behavior.  Anyway, I happened to watch this old man set up his booth.  (People set up tables  to sell things to students).  This old man happened to be selling rings, jewelry, and purses.  I just sat there watching him set everything up, and I felt sorry for him.  I don’t know why I felt sorry for him.  He just seemed like he was kind of frail and weak and old, and he still had to sell things to make a living.  It just made me sad to watch because he was by himself without anyone to help him.  And he does this every week.  I wondered if people even bothered to buy anything.  So yah, that was what I was thinking.  Then I started thinking about other things that kind of depress me.  So here’s a list:

1.  Balloons:  Balloons depress me because little kids seem so happy to get a balloon, but I know that the kids will be sad because eventually the balloon will lose it’s helium, and it won’t float up anymore.  Also, kids lose balloons really easily.  The things just float up into the air so easily, out of reach, into the heavens above.  So it depresses me to see a kid get a balloon because I know that the kid will eventually be sad.

2.  I get depressed when I see people that I meet just in restaurants or in some random place.  It’s depressing when they seem so nice because I know I’ll never see them again.  They’re strangers.  I don’t even know their names, and they don’t know me, but it depresses me to know that I will never see or hear from them again.  Especially elderly folks.  When I was little, there was this nice elderly couple that started talking to my family at a restaurant.  They reminded me of my grandparents.  It depresses me now because I know that I’ll probably never see them again.  In fact, they probably already died.

3.  When it rains, and I’m in the car watching the raindrops hit each other and roll down the window.  It makes me sad knowing that the raindrops change shape and will never be the exact same shape it started out as.  I guess this means that I don’t like change, and I don’t like it when things have to change and grow up.

Okay, I’m done for now.  I know I’m a weird person.  You don’t have to tell me that.