It always strikes me when I least expect it. Excitement (!!!) : whenever there’s something to look forward to, I take it with grace and humility until the event is a day or two from occurring and then I explode in a flurry of clumsiness, timidity and fire. Anxiety rains down over everything I do and colors my world in bright yellow and lime green, making me blind to physical reality. Syntax becomes nonexistent as sentences run on and on for pages endlessly detailing every single action and emotion that could possibly be born of restlessness or suspense until finally I realize that I haven’t seen a punctuation mark in quite a while and shouldn’t there be one soon?

And in the hustle-bustle of packing and shopping and laundry, something is inevitably forgotten. Something important.

When the day finally comes, it’s not nearly as sensational as it should be. It’s wonderful and fun, but not sensational.

How very anti-climactic of you, life.