It isn't the type of anger that spills over into every emotion, and I haven't bitten off anyone's head (yet), but I don't want to be touched or hugged or placated. I feel like I have this power plant inside that is blaring the evacuation siren. I want to scream. I want to sing. I want to cry. I want to laugh. I don't know what the hell is up with this emo period I've been having, but I'm over it.
I need a vacation. Who wants to go? I'm thinking the seaside. I haven't been to the ocean in years. I miss it. It's the only place I feel completely contented.
That was yesterday....
Last night I had the most wonderful experience. It wasn't a seashore, but it was pretty darn close. I had such a wonderful time. And then, to drive back through a tornado! Ah! In the words of Katharine Hepburn, "I never dreamed that any mere physical experience could be so stimulating."
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