When I heard of the simultaneous astronomical events going on in the galaxy less than a week ago with a lunar eclipse, planets aligning and meteor showers all happening to coincide in one night, I half humorously recalled the idea of how the behavior of human beings are affected by the pull of the moon. I've always found it an intriguing concept, even at times jokingly mentioning it whenever a full moon would occur and the thought would pass my mind. It isn't an all together farfetched idea when one considers that the moon does affect the movement of the tides, and since the human body is composed of 90% liquid, one might bring himself to consider that the moon would have an effect on us as well, not going quite as far as to morph us into monstrous canines, but moodwise, close enough. Anyhow, I use to scoff at this idea and scoff at myself for taking it seriously albeit i'd speak of it only as a joke.

There may be more sense to it however than wishing on falling stars.

The signals inferred and intercepted by me this week from others and even from myself have been highly distorted and filled with static, something's been off with me for quite a while. I feel as if my defense mechanisms are finely tuned to the point of paranoia, nothing gets past them anymore, not even intensions which are good which might explain why my ability to extend compassion has sunk beneath the lowest level of the sea. I am on guard against everything, sometimes, too much hurt, remembered or otherwise builds a wall around me which would daunt even Spider Man, and the images which are seen from behind this barrier are slightly askew, off-balance, colored with garish shades of discordant hues. And after all the trouble I went to to ensure that my contact lenses would be perfect.

Might I wish on the rocks combusting during the meteor shower that the moon would turn its forces in the opposite direction? Maybe then the 'Lunar-cy' eclipsing my mood would be washed away with the tides? Maybe i've been drinking too much water and Wilkins isn't certified as it claims to be. Maybe it isn't even distilled and has a minute amount of saltwater in its composition. Maybe I ought to allow myself to dehydrate until the galaxy resumes a sense of normalcy. Maybe I ought to stop blaming the moon, not even made of cheese, too many light years away to be causing me to behave in such a bizarre manner.

Maybe I should switch to Absolute.