Last night, for no apparent reason, I got into a rather nasty mood. Not depressed, not evil...I guess the best word to describe it would be "petulant". It could have been for any number of reasons--the weather was nasty, I didn't have time to pack lunch so I hadn't had anything to eat all day (breakfast is but a dream), I couldn't find a particular book I really needed at the bookstore, and I'd gotten talked into meeting a friend after she got out of work even though I wasn't in the mood to do anything with anyone. It descended upon me without warning, dampening my spirits (it wanted to agree with the weather, I guess) with no sign of good weather.
I felt bad about the way I was acting towards my friend--after all, it wasn't her fault that I was hungry and tired and cranky. I wasn't outright nasty, per se, but I was certainly rather short with her, to the point where she actually asked if there was something wrong. It's not my personality to act that way, even when I'm not happy...or is it? Maybe it's just that I don't get in such moods that often, so I wasn't prepared for it. I don't know.
Still, my friend turned down several offers to split up (I was still on a mad quest for the book, and I was hungry and nauseated at the same time), and stuck out my lousy mood. First, she came along with me while I tried just one more bookstore, and b"H I found what I was looking for in under a minute--literally. So my mood got a little better. Then, we decided to scout out this bagel store she'd heard of to see if they had anything edible for dinner, and when we asked the cashier at the bookstore, it turned out to be right around the corner. The store was cute and modern but still homey-feeling, and they did indeed have good food for dinner, and for a decent price, too. Getting better. Then, it turned out that the older couple sitting next to us were the owners of the place, and my friend is making a sheva brachos sometime soon so she asked about catering. The husband went to go get a catering menu for her, and came back not only with a menu, but with two chocolate-chip cookies. "Here, try these, they're good." YUM! And the chips were still melty....oh, Heaven. I went home a happy camper. Then, I had a chavrusa on the phone with one of the sweetest girls ever--I wish that all Jewish kids loved to learn as much as she does. Great ending to a night that just got better and better.
It's so nice to get out of bad moods and into good ones. :-)