I wish I could hibernate all the way through thanksgiving, christmas and new year’s and just wake up when it’s all over. I’d save money and stress and overwhelming feelings of loneliness and unmet expectations.
There’s a tiny part of me that feels a little pleased when people who put on a façade of having a perfect relationship or marriage have it fall apart. Or people who were together for a very long time still end up breaking up. It’s comforting to know that no one is immune from getting dumped.
there are some days where i can’t get home fast enough to put on my PJs, crank up the AC, pop open a beer and watch (consistently crappy) baseball. today was one of those.
I feel this way sometimes. I generally enjoy my life, but I also feel like I wouldn’t mind if I was in a fatal accident or got ill enough to die. Then people wouldn’t judge me. Usually I hope (and think logically anyway with the chronic health issues I have) that I won’t live to be super old. I’d be okay with dying “young”.
I do try to live life to the fullest (that I can handle, based on my introvertedness and physical energy), and I love many many things about life, but I also would be okay if everything ended tomorrow. Life is so exhausting and stressful and overwhelming, when you stop to think about it. It would be nice to hibernate & take a mental nap. A sleep where you wake up happy and excited and you feel well-rested. When you don’t have this perpetual anxiety that you can’t fool yourself into thinking is not actually there, churning and churning in your gut.
I think my anxiety over having anxiety is giving me a headache, nausea and dizziness. I can’t even pinpoint what’s making me have that impending doom feeling in my gut, but I feel like throwing up.
“The world is a dangerous place to live, not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don’t do anything about it.”
surreal is the only word I can come up with to describe how it feels when someone you knew from childhood, someone your age, passes away. it’s a different kind of sadness to process. one minute they’re here, living their life, the next they’re gone. no matter how many times it has happened, it still fills me with shock. because any one of us could be next. and it will never be something anyone can get used to, not at this age. we’ve only lived a third of our lives.
too many of the good die young.