“Are you bored,” she asked, “Or just unhappy?”
The possibility hadn’t even crossed my mind.
(I was unhappy.)
Today, I feel depressed. Or perhaps I’m just tired. I can’t tell. (Yet?)
If I were God, I would install mood indicators on everyone’s inner left wrists. There would be no guessing about our feelings but, instead, a handy explanation we could consult as easily as checking the time.
I hate that sometimes (often) I don’t know how to tell.