Disappangryadurt
I haven't posted in a few days. I just haven't felt like it. Sure, there were things that I could have posted about (like the night Matt and I had a crazy possum encounter or when I bit off a skittle-sized chunk of my tongue while eating skittle-sized watermelon chunks...how to tell them apart?) but I just wasn't feeling it. And what fun is writing if you don't feel it?!
Alas, I'm still struggling a bit with "feeling" this post. But I do feel like I should at least post something. Because it's not like my days are incredibly busy or anything.
So what am I posting about? I wasn't sure when I started writing, but I think I have my answer. Feelings. Ha. Go ahead and cringe. I don't blame you. But really, I've talked about feeling things quite a bit in this post already, so why stop now?
I have a lot of feelings. I always have. I'm a feel-y person. I'm very passionate. I'm also very compassionate. To a degree that is annoying, really (tearing up when I see a dead dog or cat on the road, for example. That's annoying). I used to hide everything I felt, but now? Now I'm usually pretty open about things. Some might say that I "wear my heart on my sleeve".
But a lot of the time it's really hard for me to discern exactly what I am feeling. Take my last post, for instance. I am disappointed in people. I am disappointed that people I trusted and cared about are treating me like I am not worth the time of day. But I'm not only disappointed, I'm angry and sad and hurt. It's difficult to tell which I am feeling most at any given time or if the are all a big messy pot of emotion sauce. Disappangryadurt. All of them together. That's it! I'm disappangryadurt.
But I think one thing that should be clarified is that, though I am disappangryadurt with those people, it is in no way an over-arching, all encompassing emotion. I'm actually pretty happy most of the time. I don't walk through the grocery store with "disappangryadurt" on my sleeve. I don't go to Sonic Happy Hour with "disappangryadurt" stamped on my forehead. I only feel that way toward certain people, and only when I think of or am reminded of aforementioned people.
And when I'm not disappangryadurt, I'm happy, hungry, and sleepy. Happungreepy.
Gracious, I'm starting to sound like Lewis Carroll.
Alas, I'm still struggling a bit with "feeling" this post. But I do feel like I should at least post something. Because it's not like my days are incredibly busy or anything.
So what am I posting about? I wasn't sure when I started writing, but I think I have my answer. Feelings. Ha. Go ahead and cringe. I don't blame you. But really, I've talked about feeling things quite a bit in this post already, so why stop now?
I have a lot of feelings. I always have. I'm a feel-y person. I'm very passionate. I'm also very compassionate. To a degree that is annoying, really (tearing up when I see a dead dog or cat on the road, for example. That's annoying). I used to hide everything I felt, but now? Now I'm usually pretty open about things. Some might say that I "wear my heart on my sleeve".
But a lot of the time it's really hard for me to discern exactly what I am feeling. Take my last post, for instance. I am disappointed in people. I am disappointed that people I trusted and cared about are treating me like I am not worth the time of day. But I'm not only disappointed, I'm angry and sad and hurt. It's difficult to tell which I am feeling most at any given time or if the are all a big messy pot of emotion sauce. Disappangryadurt. All of them together. That's it! I'm disappangryadurt.
But I think one thing that should be clarified is that, though I am disappangryadurt with those people, it is in no way an over-arching, all encompassing emotion. I'm actually pretty happy most of the time. I don't walk through the grocery store with "disappangryadurt" on my sleeve. I don't go to Sonic Happy Hour with "disappangryadurt" stamped on my forehead. I only feel that way toward certain people, and only when I think of or am reminded of aforementioned people.
And when I'm not disappangryadurt, I'm happy, hungry, and sleepy. Happungreepy.
Gracious, I'm starting to sound like Lewis Carroll.
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