It is not reasonable of me to feel stupid just because my LJ friends list contains numerous geniuses who know vast amounts of world history whereas I'm one of those people who never took much notice of the rest of the world until September 11th when I decided that if people out there are trying to murder me just for being an American, I should at least bother to find out what it is that I'm going to be murdered for.
It is not reasonable of me to be severely irritated at myself for not doing various things, yet continue to not do them.
It is not reasonable of me to doubt whether I'm good enough for other people when really I still know that if I met a carbon copy of me, I'd find that copy to be way more than plenty good enough for me.
It is not reasonable of me to be so unhappy over so many small things when there are so many so much larger things I should be happy about.
I was ecstatically happy for most of Monday, Tuesday and Thursday, but considerably aggravated for most of Wednesday and Friday. It is not reasonable for tiny insignificant things to make such a difference.
It is not reasonable of me to be annoyed at my own lack of energy right now yet fail to go to bed and get some sleep.
I am going to sleep now.