Introspection

I need to know myself better.

Sometimes I get surges of sadness, melancholy, "growliness", call it what you will. I'm not always even aware of them and it takes someone else to point out the sudden change. I have no idea, sometimes, where these come from, from what twisted root they've sprung. All I know is that I don't want these things growing in my garden.

They unsettle me and, occasionally, those close to me. Tonight, I don't relish turning out the light.