didyounotice

I'm genuiely sad today.

I saw two women weeping in the bus today (two different buses actually). I don't know, seeing that combine with the fact that I was listening to some Wilco while reading a Faulkner short story made me just plain sad.

You know, the sadneess that comes from deep down, so deep that you wouldn't suspect it in the first place.

It made me drop-out a class.

It made me dizzy, barely conscious.

Why does randomly witnessed sadness depressed me so much?