wanderlust

We all have good and bad days. On a bad day, if a random stranger accidentally shoved me, I’d probably let out a loud ‘tsk’ and give him/her my best death stare. On the other hand, on a good day, if that were to happen, I’d probably not think twice about it and continue on my way. I might even smile back and apologize for something he/she did. 

Today, the idea of arriving home in a couple of hours has rendered me silly-happy. Yes, I made that word up. That’s how jolly I am to be heading back. On the plane, I was probably shoved a good three times, hit by someone’s bag two times and had something drop on me one time. I think I smiled and said ‘It’s okay’ for most of it. 

I think sometimes people say they’ve had a bad day over small things like this. It’s kind of funny, if you think about it. If you lost your job, then, sure, you’ve just had a bad day. If you got shoved and you go all ape-shit and decide to sulk all day then that’s pretty stupid.