I have thought for some time that I may have a talent for spotting shooting stars. More than likely this is not because of some magical powers I possess but because I tend to look up frequently. “Head in the clouds” may be a good way to describe it. I have realized recently that I may be a little bewitched by the moon and the night sky in general. When I mentioned this revelation to Colleen, she was basically like, “Duh Meg. You always have been.” Oh. Isn’t it funny when there are things that other people observe about us that we don’t realize about ourselves. I have this theory that the moon impacts my emotions in the same way it controls the tides. Although I have no scientific data to explain this, I know that my thoughts and emotions are always heightened at nighttime. If I am happy, at night, I am ecstatic. If I am sad, at night, I am distraught. If I am very excited, at night, I am so anxious that I have difficulty sleeping. If I am thinking a lot about something specific, at night, it consumes me. I found this quote by Elie Wiesel and I realized I am not alone.
Maybe I am just having an unconscious love affair with the man in the moon.
Does anyone else have this issue or am I as strange a bird as I suspect?