My eyes hurt, and all this hot yoga nonsense has completely wiped me of any original thoughts or feelings. So what yogic practice says you're supposed to do is "observe, not react." Like if your boyfriend cheated on you, or something equally scandalous and heart-wrenching (in theory!) you would just perceive that you had been cheated on, and reject all that negative energy that you're just dying to feel. Eh.
I painted my nails black, again. At the risk of sounding superficial—well, screw it—I thought the color would make me look dangerous, like tar, or nightclubs, or black ice. Black ice. I think there is a car air freshener called Black Ice. I used to love that smell. Do I try too hard?
Writer's block makes my Top Five Worst Feelings List. It's only number five, actually. Number four might be guilt. Number three is probably rejection. Number two is missing someone. Number one is that frustrating, cringe-y, stomach-twisting URGH when someone amazing doesn't/can't/refuses to realize how much they are truly loved. Really.
I can't wait to use my calculator. It's been collecting dust for much too long; if I'm going to pay $130 for a calculator, I think I should be able to use it for more than three years. Ugh. Oh, and I'm taking math next quarter. Goodbye, GPA, goodbye!
Love always wins, don't ever forget it.
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