Maybe a tiny bit bipolar

I always find myself feeling like this, this sense of world-weariness and depression and regret shortly after being happy. Always.

I had a really great time with some of my work friends today: we went out-of-town (lololol, jk, but one province over), window shopped at duty free stores (hint as to where we went, but come on who am I kidding nobody reads this blog), had lunch, then that's that. I love trips like those, going out just because, especially unplanned ones. The trip back and forth was great too, we chatted about life, goals, what we'd do next, about our other work friends, current events, and many others. We all made it home safely before 5pm, which says a lot because we were under public storm signal #3 today AND most days we go home late.

That happiness had an expiration, of course. What-if's, I-shouldn't-have's, Oh-it-would-be-better-if's followed and now I'm all dejected over them (and a few other things, but they're the main reasons).  I really do not understand why my feelings suddenly flip from being happy to sad or vice versa. Or I do, I just refuse to acknowledge them. See that title above? What if I am bipolar and I just didn't know it? All those months of studying Abnormal Psychology and diagnosing myself with stuff...

However, like everything else, I'm pretty sure this thing shall pass. Time to quote Chad Sugg:

Get sad, get lonely, get over it.*

One thing I'm sure, though. My moods--they all go back to that one person (mostly the frustrated/sad ones). I should just "man up" and approach that person, no? Like, "hey I've known you for a while now and I've seen you around, I think you're a pretty cool person - can I be your friend and more?" I think I should. But I don't know if I can.




*Backseat Goodbye, "Hey, You're Not Alone" (2010)