There are days when molehills become mountains.
Every word spoken in any close proximity to you seem to have a dagger’s edge and squarely aimed at your behind.
Every darted glance is noticed. And the implications of said glance magnified.
I am sure you have had those days.
Sometimes it is so hard to remember not to make a mountain out of a molehill.
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