Pellucid

One of the things I've learned about myself in the recent years is that I'm incredibly easy to read.

I thought I did a good job of keeping things to myself, but I guess I've become a radiating tower of brooding and discomfort whenever I have anything on my mind. Possibly because I've run my well of apathy dry. High school and college were never that stressful. I didn't have to study hard because I'm an information sponge. Working as a bagboy, a pool builder, and a postal clerk sucked, but after the day was over, things weren't so bad. I changed my clothes, got a soda, and went on a cruise in my wrecked up Chevy Corisca. If college got a little hectic, I would take a snow day (even in April).

Now, I'm constantly being checked on because of my dour expression and sullen mood.

Things are different now. I have to pay bills. I have to go to work every day no matter what. Boo-hoo. I'm a grown up.

I guess I've always been easy to read, but now it's a source of concern.