Location Taken: Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming
Time Taken: October 2012
You ever have a day when you’re just irritable for no good reason?
I get them every so often, and today was one of them.
It’s an odd feeling, something like a mix between morbid amusement with the world and a desire to be alone no matter where you are or how feasible it is. It tends to come out as being a bit more gruff with everyone, and far more likely to abandon the fools you’re with to the fates they deserve.
…Ok, maybe I’ve still got a bit of that mood left.
It’s also vaguely unsettling since you can’t trace why you’re in that mood. It’s sort of like coming across a burned-down forest in one of the loveliest places in the world. The land is still pretty, and you know that fire renews the land, so it’s not really a tragedy, but still, it brings to mind the flames and the terror the animals who lived there must have felt, even though most of them escape controlled fires like the ones in Yellowstone.
Conflicted, that’s the word. It’s a state of believing that you’re both completely right for feeling this way and completely wrong at the same time.
Whatever the case, don’t cross me when I’m in one of these moods. I’m likely to bite your head off.
At least I warn people about it first.
