Friday, March 27, 2009

Funkytown

"Won't you take me to...Funkytown?"

Trust me when I say that the funk I have been in for the past few days, you don't want to visit. Even though the place sounds kinda kinky kool...it was the pits. And I am slithering out as any slimey thing does when tossed off its feet and forced to move without limbs. I am trying to plow through my 1.5 liters of water...and I realize that I don't drink as much as I used to. The good stuff I mean, just liquids. But, I have a headache and the books say drink water...so I am. And that is good. But, difficult. I"m thirsty but not that thirsty.

I am just one of those souls that swims merrily along until I hit a jag and then I go diving into the deepest pit and feel like everything is over, even when it's just Thursday and the world seems to be plugging along. I don't weather it well when I fall off the jolly wagon. And I was a mess yesterday. Today I am better in the sense that I either want to cry or slap someone. So, just a tad bit emotional. Not normally an overly emotional person. Sensitive yes...emotional no. But yesterday, I was like a spigot and today I am either that or a bit combustive.

Isn't it funny how we can't always be who we want to be no matter how hard we try? And isn't it odd how the good of life so necessarily needs the bad? I'm still messy...but it's definitely a better day. Tomorrow, possibly the best one yet (see there's a little hope for you :)

3 comments:

Michael said...

Kurt Vonnegut reminded us that we are who we pretend to be, so we must be careful who we pretend to be.

Whoever you are pretending to be is fine, I'm sure. It can't be any worse than who I am pretending to be.

wednesday said...

The highs do need the lows, otherwise they are no longer highs.

Hope this finds you further up out of the slime than you were.

Leslie Shelor said...

I vote you slap someone, but crying is OK, too. (Hope things are better).