XVI. There.

“I feel like shit”, I tell the little martian

He opens his mouth to speak and closes it again.

After a pause, he sips his green tea.

“It's all part of the human experience.”

“That’s not the kind of answer you’re supposed to give me” I retort, feeling a ripple of irritation in the still pond of my irrational self-pity.

“I don’t know what else to say. Sometimes you feel fine, some days you feel a little more than fine. somedays you feel like shit. All the days in between are just kind of there”

“That’s not very inspirational.”

“Well, I don’t feel very inspired.”