A moderately, selectively depressed female in a hetero-relationship with a feelings blog.
Easy enough!
Instead, post pictures of the cute #vegan meals you've made but with the lint-roller, cat brush, used floss, and other signs of life still on the table, visible in your viewfinder.
That's more real.
There's nothing wrong with processing one's feelings like that, but those aren't your feelings. Stop reading those blogs like they are your trashy reality-television. HA! And for Christ's sake stop telling yourself what to do through a blog post. This one is too good. This might be my favorite post thus far.
I'm having a ball. I'm also having left-over Thanksgiving wine that we couldn't actually drink on Thanksgiving due to accidental shaming on lawless in-law's part.
Friday, November 29, 2013
Good morning.
When she first wakes up, she does so knowing full well she could go back to bed as soon as he leaves for work. She often does.
But every morning will be different, even though every morning is the same. "Not this time," she thinks, but not so much in words as feeling. Today she gets dressed even though she doesn't need to just yet. Looking back, maybe if she'd have put on shoes she would have fully felt ready and thus wouldn't have allowed herself to fall back asleep. Or if she hadn't taken his advice and showered and washed her hair the night before, knowing full well that she doesn't like the body her hair gets when she falls asleep with it damp, thus causing her to a) not feel fully ready for the day with bad hair (along the same lines as the Lack of Shoes Principle) and b) forgo the chance of getting that I'm awake feeling by showering in the morning. Two showers in twelve hours in a desert is appalling.
She is very aware that she lives in a desert and also that she shouldn't be using anything powered with gasoline.
Before the nap (that for the sake of the story disheartened the rest of her day but in actuality hardly interrupted).
But every morning will be different, even though every morning is the same. "Not this time," she thinks, but not so much in words as feeling. Today she gets dressed even though she doesn't need to just yet. Looking back, maybe if she'd have put on shoes she would have fully felt ready and thus wouldn't have allowed herself to fall back asleep. Or if she hadn't taken his advice and showered and washed her hair the night before, knowing full well that she doesn't like the body her hair gets when she falls asleep with it damp, thus causing her to a) not feel fully ready for the day with bad hair (along the same lines as the Lack of Shoes Principle) and b) forgo the chance of getting that I'm awake feeling by showering in the morning. Two showers in twelve hours in a desert is appalling.
She is very aware that she lives in a desert and also that she shouldn't be using anything powered with gasoline.
Before the nap (that for the sake of the story disheartened the rest of her day but in actuality hardly interrupted).
Amir is a ball.
Should we get a new one? I don't even know what part is what.
"Let's get inspired. Let's take advantage of our conditions."
This statement ended up being much less inspiring when I asked him to elaborate on what he meant. I was hoping for some magic. I was expecting an easy out, or rather, an easy in. Starting off on a new path for the day, something more predominant in my memory than my hours on Tumblr and my smart phone are currently inhabiting.
One person can play Scrabble. One person can clean the bedroom. As pattern proves, I don't even want help when with the cleaning. I should clarify. You do all the cleaning, but if I take a moment to organize and you're there to help, I will become much too overwhelmed by the assumption that I SHOULD be cleaning. Then, I stop. And you continue. And a play freecell on my phone while sitting on the toilet for the twenty minutes it takes you to finish the day-long clothes-folding project I had started.
Did you know cats don't really like being pet? Or most cats.
Writing goal: write with enough clarity and intention to not need to capitalize words for emphasis. If I didn't, currently, much tone would be lost, but let's be better than that.
"Let's get inspired. Let's take advantage of our conditions."
This statement ended up being much less inspiring when I asked him to elaborate on what he meant. I was hoping for some magic. I was expecting an easy out, or rather, an easy in. Starting off on a new path for the day, something more predominant in my memory than my hours on Tumblr and my smart phone are currently inhabiting.
One person can play Scrabble. One person can clean the bedroom. As pattern proves, I don't even want help when with the cleaning. I should clarify. You do all the cleaning, but if I take a moment to organize and you're there to help, I will become much too overwhelmed by the assumption that I SHOULD be cleaning. Then, I stop. And you continue. And a play freecell on my phone while sitting on the toilet for the twenty minutes it takes you to finish the day-long clothes-folding project I had started.
Did you know cats don't really like being pet? Or most cats.
Writing goal: write with enough clarity and intention to not need to capitalize words for emphasis. If I didn't, currently, much tone would be lost, but let's be better than that.
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