I get wrapped up within my personal problems and can’t comprehend why others are acting the way they are.
I become angry, withdrawn, grumpy, and maybe a bit paranoid: perhaps others are thinking ill of me, even talking about me behind my back.
I become someone I don’t like; someone a bit like the person I imagine others think I am.
It takes me a while, sometimes, to come to my senses; sometimes, it’s the kindness of others that brings me out of it.
As my soul warms, I begin to see clearer.
Are there others just like me?
Of course there are. And sometimes I’m able to help warm a soul.