You took me by surprise this morning, a stealthy sneak attack to progress. The numbers didn’t lie. Definitely in the upward direction when all should be decreasing. The wind let out of my sails, the balloon deflated, my hopes were dashed. How could you do this to me? We had an agreement and here you sit, in such blatant disregard.
What’s that you say?
It is I who dared to turn a blind eye to you? I know not of what you speak.
The candy on the counter? Wasn’t me.
The soda in excess? Wasn’t me.
The pizza pie delivered to our door? Wasn’t me.
Apparently we have had an intruder. Who dares to meddle with my graph that had a lovely continuous dip and now has a blazing upward spike?
Stress, anxiety, worry, tension, pressure, strain…
You call them excuses. I just want my graph to dip again. No more betrayal. We had a deal.
I need a donut.
I mean an apple.