Am feelin' peeved that my earlier reply to Sarah's story was 'lost' by my computer throwing a hissy fit. Another rant now lost to the ages, never to be known by another soul. Oh well, I tried.
Actually all jokes aside, I'm actually feeling a bit down. I guess it's natural. Feel a bit sorry for myself, I guess because in the grand scheme of things I'm not happy with myself, either who I am as a person or where I am in my life right about now. It's that time of year to get self-reflective and basically I don't like what I see. Generally when I get in this mood I'd just drown it out with alcohol but I'm wiser now, knowing that there's no real benefit to be had from that, just the murder of braincells that I need to cling to in order to save any hope of writing in the near future.
As anyone who knows me would know, when I get this way or upset or mad I just shut-down, that proverbial wall goes up and I'll just internalise everything, I won't tell anyone at all. The longer the silence the bigger the mood behind it. I can keep big secrets too well and never tell a soul. I'd like to call it independance but really, it's a self-defence mechanism. I like to act tough but I'm not. Sis knows, when I'm quiet something's wrong (okay, more quiet than usual). Problem is I don't know what's 'wrong.' I think without being too self-critical I just feel like a failure. I have nothing to show for myself and no immediate prospects of that changing. Don't know why, I've lived 8 years longer than most people in my family ever thought I would, and 33 now longer than I was medically supposed to. Just wondering what the sheer point any of that 'is' ?
I have a computer screen to talk to but no one to really listen.
Also thinking this blue mood will pass in a few days (two, to be exact, a week at the most) but right now I'm feeling a little overwhelmed. I'll kick myself for this later and probably delete this post, chalking it down to a knee-jerk moment of vulnerability, but for now...