Some days, no matter what you do...
you're still blue.
And rather than just chalk it up to the fact that everyone is blue from time to time, you have to analyze to death why you feel so rotten. Does this help? Hell, no it doesn't. It simply allows you to wallow in your blueness rather than letting it takes its course and eventually go away on its own.
Then, to make it even better, you make mental lists. Lists of why you could be blue. Does this help? Hell, no it doesn't. See above. But it does at least serve the purpose of luring you into not attempting anything productive to snap you out of your blueness, which ensures that your mood will just hang on and on.
RC - ridiculously convoluted. Or revolting complainer. How about really childish? Feel free to chime in.
There are several good reasons why I could be feeling blue. Yet another argument with Sasquatch. The worry about getting Gumby's lab results tomorrow. His ebbing and flowing anxiety issues. The fear of dog surgery - and what they'll find. The prospect of three straight days of work, since I changed my schedule around so I'd be able to schlep said dog to and from the vets Friday. Not to mention holding his paw when his canine sisters get a load of his lampshade collar and laugh themselves silly. The fact that due to construction at work, the Diet Coke fountain dispenser will be out of commission for a week. The realization that Bunco is at my house next week for my yearly turn...and my house looks grim and unloved. The further realization that the day after Bunco I start an intensive five day certification class for work, a certification that I thought I really wanted to get, but is starting to scare the crap out of me. I'm afraid it may be more pressure than I can handle right now, but it's too late to back out.
Then again, it could be that feeling blue from time to time is what normal human beings do. It's not like there's anything really wrong with it. Some days you're up, some days you're down, and the next day you wake up and it's all better. If not the next day, then maybe the day after that. The blues are temporary, right?