For some reason, Thursdays aren’t turning out to be my good days. Have you ever got the feeling that you’re juggling ten-plus things at a time, trying to keep them all in the air, frantically looking up if everything’s where it’s supposed to be, and then out of nowhere someone throws in an extra ball for you to juggle and since the person who throws it is important to you, you’ll just have to suck it up and continue juggling? No? I had this feeling today.
The thing that annoys me about it, is that a person who is important to you, should be able to tell that your juggling skills have reached their top and recognize that you actually couldn’t use any more stuff to throw in the air and catch again. It especially drives me mad that it’s about stupid, silly, petty things. If I wasn’t keeping that many balls in the air, I would have thrown it back into said person’s face. But I can’t, and so I keep juggling with the added ball.
The Juggler
