Every few months I have a crash and burn spell. I hit a wall and all the most important parts of me spill out, while I scramble to hold my insides...to keep walking, limping, or even crawling to the next good thing. The call of the next good thing is the only force that pushes my one foot in front of the other some days. It's what keeps me from melting onto myself and disappearing for weeks at a time. Today, the next good thing is dinner with a friend and a poetry reading by Jean Valentine this evening. I rarely indulge in fits of gloom, but I'm so tired and inexplicably sad lately. Last week, someone at work made a very flip comment about how I'm always so happy and together. It was meant as a compliment, but it just pissed me off. Every bit of my contentment has had a price...just because I don't go all fucking Minnie Pearl and let the tags show doesn't mean I didn't pay for it.
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I know the feeling. It's like you somehow got signed up for a karmic 401(k). Erg!
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in-between days, i already know these couple of crap weeks are going to be over by the end of the week, it just doesn't help now. when i'm up and running i'm getting less and less head in the clouds, the distinction between imprisoned/no prison blurs & the lows lose the sharpness of crisis, the highs lose the euphouria of never coming down again. the word that keeps coming back to be to describe the effect of time on me is, sober.
it's going to be a hard year ahead, i've learned not to depend on whatever i'm going to depend on anyway to get through it, knowing that bashing my way through a year of school will change my life for the better. etc etc. there's microcosms & macrocosms all over the place with it. it's not just the 401k thing, that's just one pain in the ass that i didn't realise was going to have to save my ass as much as it is. anyway, brain's muddled and i'm being obtuse, so... off to keep clawing through to the end of the week
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Oh, man!
>>That is classic. You're a peach. :)
(I don't show my true self to just anybody, either.)
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Amen sister. No big words of wisdom for you but I'll sit beside you quietly until the darkness passes. Or if you want we can get some of those big foam rubber bats and have a duel until we dissolve in exhaustion and giggles.
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- Kurt Cobain as produced by Steve Albini
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fuck them!
Existe[mos] gente intolerante en todo el fucking mundo...
[[[abrazos]]]
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Inner Pottymouth...
And I was referring actually referring to fakeazulhair or whatever his/her name is.
Shall we talk esta noche?
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Whenever it might do you well to chat, big girl. If chatting's not what might dispel your blues, let's wait and connect after the 21st. I've got to take comps that day...
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