bad 'air' day...

It’s a phenomenon that has haunted each one of us, some time or the other. The feeling is pathetic. If there is any room, any room at all below ‘rock bottom’ this is the day it surfaces. Every decision feels wrong. Not just the ones taken on this day, but even the ones taken before, or the ones going to be taken later. Self doubt fills every pore of the body. Whatever little space is left out is filled with disgust (at nothing), guilt (for nothing), anger (on nothing) and a sense of foreboding. Feels like happiness has been drained out. Bone dry. Like it is just a figment of imagination. Not really present, never was and never will be. It’s a distant concept, one that the mind will never be able to fathom and understand and accept. It feels like the air itself is poisoned. Poisoned with the drug of sadness. Bad Air Day.