Somebody Else’s Something Sad

This might seem cryptic but bear with me. Or don’t.

I was agitated earlier this afternoon. Agitated and aggravated. And kind of on a high horse, feeling all justified for the mood I was in.

Then a friend called. With the heaviest of sad things happening to one of her friends.

Heavy.

My moodiness is laughable in the face of this horrible, sad event.

Earlier I was wondering if I would even be able to get any sleep tonight because I was so pissed. Now I’m ashamed of myself. That it took someone else’s tragedy for me to become aware of a mood that was a waste. So unnecessary.

Consider my attitude adjusted.