Down in the dumps.

Have you ever been so down in the dumps about something that every little bad thing that happens to you that day makes you think about why you're so down? Even if it's just dropping your sandwich on the floor before you've taken a bite out of it. It doesn't even have to be the best sandwich you ever made, it just enhances why you are so down. It doesn't have to bear a connection what so ever, like spilling your coffee down the front of your shirt. If you weren't so down in the dumps you could just laugh it off and wear your sweater over your shirt all day, but instead you connect it to your sadness as if whatever you're so down about caused this mess on your shirt, and your mediocre sandwich to fall on the floor.

I don't get this way very often, it only happens when I lose control over matters of the heart. What I mean is when I have strong feelings about something or someone and the circumstances are unsolvable. I know I should accept what I can't change, but matters of the heart are never easy for me to move on from. I start to think of several scenarios that could solve the problem, only to fall back into my darkness, and the realization that I've tried those scenarios. In other words, if I make a sandwich out of roast beef instead of ham, use swiss cheese instead of american, go heavy on the mayo would I be much more diligent about keeping it on my plate? I don't know, but I sure am down about not having any roast beef.