My feelings are the highest mountaintops with deep, deep cliffs.
I discovered that today.
This afternoon I was in a euphoria of the most joyful happiness that could be dispelled by nothing! I couldn't help but smile at every passing stranger; I couldn't help but think how lovely each person was. The sky had the bluest and pinkest and greyest rain clouds: they dazzled me. I felt awash in an indescribable flood of exuberance. I skipped in the halls and swung my arms when no one was looking. I jumped up and down in my room, clapping my hands and grinning, which I'm sure someone must have heard through the paper thin walls. I couldn't contain my delight. And why would I? It was the most wonderful feeling on earth.
But then the sun sank lower in the sky and the day grew later. I had many activities, and a few disappointments. Dad wanted to swim early so he wouldn't miss the presidential debate. So we bundled along to the YMCA only to discover that the pool was overflowing with a school swim team. The trip proved to be all for nothing, and I had even more activities to do. I rushed here and there and finally, three hours later I found myself in Mom's car on my way back to my dorm. Finally I could relax, couldn't I? No. By then I was so wound up (maybe from the euphoria or the activities? I don't know) that I was practically bursting with panicked worries of the far off future. Of course I spilled it all out to Mom, but her being the pensive, quiet type did not help at all. The words just sat there in the car, scaring me even more. By the time I climbed out of the car and bid Mom farewell, I realized I had fallen off the cliff of my high mountaintop and I was plummeting to the ground.
It was the most awful feeling in the world.
I discovered that today.
This afternoon I was in a euphoria of the most joyful happiness that could be dispelled by nothing! I couldn't help but smile at every passing stranger; I couldn't help but think how lovely each person was. The sky had the bluest and pinkest and greyest rain clouds: they dazzled me. I felt awash in an indescribable flood of exuberance. I skipped in the halls and swung my arms when no one was looking. I jumped up and down in my room, clapping my hands and grinning, which I'm sure someone must have heard through the paper thin walls. I couldn't contain my delight. And why would I? It was the most wonderful feeling on earth.
But then the sun sank lower in the sky and the day grew later. I had many activities, and a few disappointments. Dad wanted to swim early so he wouldn't miss the presidential debate. So we bundled along to the YMCA only to discover that the pool was overflowing with a school swim team. The trip proved to be all for nothing, and I had even more activities to do. I rushed here and there and finally, three hours later I found myself in Mom's car on my way back to my dorm. Finally I could relax, couldn't I? No. By then I was so wound up (maybe from the euphoria or the activities? I don't know) that I was practically bursting with panicked worries of the far off future. Of course I spilled it all out to Mom, but her being the pensive, quiet type did not help at all. The words just sat there in the car, scaring me even more. By the time I climbed out of the car and bid Mom farewell, I realized I had fallen off the cliff of my high mountaintop and I was plummeting to the ground.
It was the most awful feeling in the world.
