This will sound sophomoric, but..

why don't people ever understand me? Sometimes I get in a mood, and I expect others that I encounter to be in that same mood, or at very least, understand that I am in that mood and cooperate. But instead, they're not in the mood, they don't understand my mood, and they do not cooperate. Then I end up in tears because I'm reading a book all about solitude. Upside: two pages left. I will let you know when I finish because there will be much rejoicing. :-)