Did I Tell You That I Like That Black Fedora?

Up until this point I've never had a week in my life that has been so pleasant and its total opposite all at once. Its like i'm multitasking my emotions all the time, its fascinating how it works, in all, i'm very confused and everywhere at once.
I've had some very srange moments this week that i think contribute to this factor.
I was sitting at the bus stop hoping i wouldnt have to wait long. I would have walked a few extra blocks but when i get sick i get weak and breathless. So there i was sitting. For some reason my ipod wasn't on me which is a weird occurance for me, so i heard everything that was going on around me and i was quite bored. The man sitting on the bench adjacent to me was talking on his phone. He had a knee brace and quite an intense one at that. He was making phone calls concerning some woman i would assume to be his wife. So i listened because i was bored and the bus wasn't coming for another 10 minuites. He eventually got off the phone, one of the community busses came by and he started joking with the driver, a nice guy. He started talking to me. About his kids, his wife, his pets....his life, and it amazed me by how much i could relat to someone i didn't know. He told me about his life and about surgeries he had had, about the leg brace, how he was going into surgery in a week and about how he had had surgeries from head to toe throughout his life. I'm pretty sure that was the pinnical of my week just because i'm so used to the normalness of everything that i forget to look for the abnormalties, things that make us unique and the people that make the world an interesting place to be.
The not as great part of my week came pretty much right after the BEST part of the week. I was heading back from the market, i was smiles and rainbows and exploding with sunshine and happies. Now for this next part you have to understand. My mother has gotten a little bit childish ever since she divorced dad because she never really DATED anyone else. She broke up with this guy (which we will call barasawa)
So, i was walking back from the market, listening to music, kinda skipping but not really and sniffing my nose (because something made me sick) and i see my mother and barasawa at the bus stop too close for comfort. Ther mother that promised not to answer his calls, to listen to his voicemails. Now of course i didnt say anyhitng to their faces. I said hi and went on my way in a rage and texted her later on asking why what who how etc. I feel really bad talking about this, but that was the bad part of my week.
Pretty much every activity i have done this week i have been questioning and analizing and asking why. My head wont stop working. I dont think its a bad thing but it makes me very uncomfortable that i cannot stop it from happening. But my week was great. I enjoyed the market. I was in a cynical mood but i enjoyed it. I made some bad comments i wish i could take back but i didn't do any damage that i know of.
Anyway. For some reason i have uncontainable ammounts of energy, and chocolate, i must go on a quest to turn this energy into sleep power because it is very very late.
Goodnight.