A Storm is Brewing

It comes on so fast... it always has.

One minute, I'm sitting through a meeting, minding my business, laughing at banal jokes...

Five minutes later, I'm back at my desk, practically seething, nearly hyperventilating over absolutely nothing at all.

"Did something happen?" they ask. But the answer is "no." It's always the same answer.

Don't talk to me, don't try to fix it, don't make half-assed apologies for things you think might have contributed to it. I'm going to just get more upset...

Don't judge me when I lash out, and don't act surprised that I think you're being false.

These storms come on fast in the summer...