Too much going on in my mind. Lately I just can't find an off switch - or even a chill switch. I have to admit, I'm feeling a wee bit bonkers. Not in a horrible way, but in a 'things seem strange all the time ' way. Nothing seems quite 'right.' I don't think I'm getting this across very well.
That is exactly how I feel. I mean, seriously, EXACTLY. I told my mom that and she reminded me that a) we have a sad weird "anniversary" date coming up so I'm bound to be emotional and wonky and b) I'm middle-aged and therefore have a whole new set of hormonal weirdness going on. Thanks, mom. True though.
I was trying to explain how I was feeling so anxious, like I was going crazy from the outside in, like some fluttery internal hysterical energy (no pun...yes we all know where the root of the word comes from blah blah), but yet so utterly depressed and lethargic and so hopeless/apathetic feeling at the same time. At this point I'm hoping it's peri-menopause, and not some sort of breakdown. Seriously.
And, yes, loving the Arcade Fire and, no offense to anyone but hate jeggings. Tights are not pants! I'm probably just jealous because I am too short and wide to wear them. There's really only two possibilities: wear with ass uncovered by a top, which I'd never do, or wear a long sweater/shirt/whatever over, which my legs are too short to pull off (it just emphasizes how short my legs are, like ankle boots too. So. Enjoy your skinny pants tall people, and I'll stick to skirts.
Brainfiber, this isn't as intense as some of the stuff you're listening too, but maybe try some Material too. I like Memory Serves.
Ok, bye by bi. Don't have time to read the rest. Glad everyone had a nice V-day. I celebrated by watching The Professional, alone (and maybe the month and a half of being alone here MIGHT also be contributing to my fucked up headspace). One of the most romantic movies ever, obviously.
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