on my way home from the last pre-distribution day, the last semi-normal day
before school starts - at least I’m at the rink.
I’m sure everything will go well - in early but out relatively early too.
if I don’t post as much in the next few days, I’ll hope you understand.
I’ve been going a thousand miles an hour, at least in my head -
either I don’t know what to do
or
I have a roaring blizzard of things, all of which demand to be done NOW
which results in my being overwhelmed, in which case I see other people,
even and especially my mom, as another set of impossibly huge
set of demands I can never meet.
if these people didn’t have a point, I could just blow them off,
unfortunately thay all have salient points -
I’m merely proving incapable of doing it all.
which is a problem - because I want to be superhumanly resilient,
stoically invincible, and effortlessly fabulous.
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La Chanson Des Vieux Amants from the album “Voice†by Alison Moyet