Leave Me Alone!

Have you ever had "one of those days"? You know what I mean. It's not so much that everything is going wrong, as that nothing is going right. Well, that's kind of how my week has been. I'm tired and cranky and have a huge pile of schoolwork to do -- and no motivation to do it.

I can handle all of this; I'm a big girl, I'll live. What bothers me the most is how everyone seems to make it their personal duties to make me feel better. I don't want people's comfort; I want to be left alone! If I'm unusually quiet and withdrawn, that means I want some time to myself to figure out what I am thinking. The last thing I need is for some well-meaning person to come up and ask me what's wrong. Honestly, I'm fine. . . or at least I was, until everyone started giving me the third degree. If I have something to tell you, I'll let you know. Otherwise, assume that it's none of your business.

I appreciate everyone's concern; I really do. It's just unnecessary. Besides, it always seems to come at a time when I am finally reaching an important conclusion. Someone gives me a hug and it's all over; I'm back at square one. To be honest, the best thing anyone can do for me when I'm in this mode is this: keep a distance. If I want to talk with you, I'll seek you out. Yes, your support is important. But my own is even more so.