I wonder sometimes

Sometimes things just come up.
I would not call them triggers per say.
Nothing so verbose or graphic.
Just sometimes things effect me.
I can truck along fine and then poof.
Such was the case last night.
It is not my fight and yet
I was ready to fight it anyways.
I was calculating strategies.
I was getting adrenaline ready.
I was revved for action.
And yet it is not my battle to fight.
So what is a jazzed up fighter to do?
Well lets just say my house is very colorful.
Sometimes even my own dysfunctions are useful.
Sometimes it has unforeseen benefits.
I did at least a week or two of work last night.
No putting away stuff or setup time, just work.
No couple hours work and then off to bed.
No time limit except how long I could stand up.
And yes, I am tired today from it.
However it gave me time to look at myself.
It allowed me to think and feel.
And in the end that is the human experience.