Well, crap.
Guess what?
I am not feeling anything. Not hoping, not caring, not loving, not hating, dreading or fearing.
Nothing.
There is no angle in my limited little world that is holding true to form. Rather, every detail is blending...all smooshing together in one muddy swirl.
I think that I am trying so hard to feel something - anything - and only nothing can come from such misguided exertion.
I have been wrestling in this quagmire for quite some time. Years, I think. Causing drama on an ever increasing level to get that sigh of relief from knowing that I am still capable of change in altitude.
Does this have anything to do with D? Or divorce? Or my mum and pop? Or some repressed anger from childhood? Or perhaps an undiagnosed demon? (HA!)
Nope.
It's just me. Me, and my closed up doors and windows with the phone turned off for good measure.
And a tall glass of wine. Not tall in the Starbuck's sense, either.
I am sure to be better soon. It's my pattern.
...night.
3 comments:
Ya know that song that has the line, "you bleed just to know you're alive...?"
I can so understand that at times.
Sometimes living is like looking out from inside a television set, you feel detached from the real world.
Usually I find I'm not getting enough sleep when this happens--sometimes its just...unexplainable.
My point? Is, I feel with ya on this one. ;)
Hope today is better T! :o) lyss
Yes - those lyrics are indeed apropos!
Thank you for commiserating. It's easier to recover from crazy when others make it seem more normal. :)
Thanks, MysLyss. It is! :)
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