Sometimes…sometimes the wind is on my back, the sun on my face, and the green lights… well, they smile upon me, making straight my path.  In those moments I feel I can do no wrong, all is right in the realm, and it is clear that the whole universe is conspiring in my favor.  But there are other moments…less facebookable instances of my existence. When, despite my best efforts, things are just… a little…off.  Times when failure seems the norm, disappointments abound, and self-loathing becomes an all too familiar way of relating to my mother’s third son.  And in those moments, hell, even babies and puppies don’t want me around.