I’m a date person. Always have been. Probably always will be.
I remember the sad ones, the good ones, the happy ones. Almost all of them. They stick in my head and often times won’t leave me be. I have to acknowledge them somehow each year. It’s like a repeat zit or something.
The bad ones I dread. Leading up to them I’m afraid it will be the worst day ever. I worry (oh, gee, me?) that I won’t be able to work, or concentrate, or even smile that day. Most times I am way overreacting and the day comes and goes with no issues. Of course, it’s just a day on the calendar, right?
With the bad days that are bad for other people’s reasons, I never know what to do. Do I acknowledge it, ignore it, wait and see? I never know. I want the person to not feel alone that day, but I don’t want to harp on bad things. Weird, I know.
At times, I feel the bad dates outweigh the good ones. Is that normal? Is that just life?