"Happiness lies in health."

I have been treated with ultrasound therapy for two weeks. But I still have this nagging pain in the small of my back. I'm embarrassed to wait outside the therapy room among people my grandparents' age.

"Sunny weather, sunny mood?"

The first time to agonize over the fact that my fate lies in someone else's hands, and the only thing I can do is wait and see what happens...like an outsider.

Something you've been loving heart and soul suddenly loses its allure because a great part of it has changed into something bizarrely new. I'm often criticized by close friends as being old-fashioned, both in appearance and in values. Now I understand why I feel so strongly about the past: I don't like changes. I'm afraid they would make a mess of my life.

I like putting things into perspective. This habit of mine does not make me a great thinker, instead it allows me to counter the ugly side of life with defiance and humor. For years I've been comfortable with my own "sense of place" and let other people judge me all they want. This superior sense of place now and again urges me to assume an air of aloofness. I was unaware of the rules of the world until recently, when circumstances thrusted me into the 'interested party' position.

Forget my weird habit for a while.