I am a bad person. Which is the opposite of the affirmation I am supposed to be saying (I'm a good space-octopus).

One of the guys in therapy group, the only person there that I don’t find annoying, reached out a hand of friendship. Which, on reflex, I metaphorically slapped away.
I am bad at group therapy and bad at being a human.

Also, I picked a very bad day to reject a ride home.  It is VERY wet.

I got very soaked through, navigating the insane Elton John related crowds in town as I worked my way home.  The city just had SO many older people being jerks.