In The Light Of Day

I've made an interesting observation today.

After last night, when i was ten miles beyond the mood on a scale of ecstacy, i never thought that i'd lose my natural high anytime in the near future. I was unbelievably bouncy. However, after a day of playing the horrible waiting game, with added disapointment and that awful feeling like the world is falling out from under your feet. Then, once night had well and truly settled in again, my mood was on the rise again (i swear, mobile phones and email have more control over teenage moods than hormones do). Do you see the pattern?

Night? Happy. Day? Not so much.

It appears that, ironically, everything seems dimmer in the light of day. Even when the sun is shining, the birds are chirping and the trees are full of dappled light, when happiness should be bubbling over, i get miserable. Alternatively, at night, when everything is full of shadow and darkness, when misery lurks around every corner, i'm generally much cheerier. Bizzare.

I'm thinking that if i moved to the Arctic, where there's less sunshine, perpetual night, my happiness levels would increase. It sounds like a definate plan to me! I have always had a thing for penguins.

Annabel