There have been better weeks. I have just found out that if everything goes wrong, it just goes. If I try to be as zen as one can pretend, it won't make anything better, it just makes things even more unclear. I might be inside the bubble, but I fear, and hope, somebody will poke a sharp, but pointless needle on it.
And it's damn lonely there. Some French once said the worst loneliness is the kind you have whilst around people. I agree with that, so actually I don't disagree with everything is said, but I might probably disagree something else that French once has said. I also noticed if i say something I am misunderstood. If I don't say anything I am misunderstood too.
So I just sat there, inside my bubble. I sat there on the metro. My mobile rang and I didn't find it, because it was already in my hand. Even inside a bubble one can feel those unpleasant glances of the amused. I sat there at work. Around me, I saw people who made me feel not so shiny and more unhappy than I thought to be. I tried to speak but nothing came out. Well, something came out, but that was nothing.
I also noticed that you can't be inside that bubble for too long. I made my decision to finally say why I disagree, but then I saw it coming closer, breaking my bubble. That did hurt, because I didn't know I felt that way.
I agree with myself. I should have stayed in that bubble. At least I produced some understandable words inside it.