Sometimes, it is hard to pull what is going on in your head into clear and coherent and precise thoughts. And then express those thoughts in sentences that don’t sound like disjointed rambling.
Sometimes, it is impossible to put all the swirling emotions messing about inside into understandable and non-screaming statements that explain where you're coming from and why you need a dark corner to hide in until the tornado stops.
And then sometimes you find the perfect picture that sums up the jist of all those dang words and thoughts and feelings and life is good.
And only for eight dollars? If only all life's problems were solved this easily.
Not that I bought the Bag of Garfield for eight dollars, mind you. Just knowing that I could was enough for me.