One Of Those Days
Listening: Within A Room Somewhere - Sixpence None the Richer
I breathe the mist
Floating about the stars
I can caress with velvet hands
I breathe the mist
Floating within without
This pen, this pen between my fingers.
Escape the pain
Within a room somewhere
Escape the pain
So deep inside the soul
I have no key,
No map to find.
Ever get one of those times when you have so many reasons to be happy and so many reasons to be sad that you can't decide which of the two you are, and eventually you settle into a kind of in-between state in which you function, alternating between both emotions but not really settling into either one, and only ending up feeling dissatisfied with everything in general?
This is one of those days for me.
On the one hand, I have exceptional friends. Exceptional friends with whom I would love to spend every moment of my time if it were conceivably possible. I have friends whom I have had for years, and many of whom I have only met in the last few months, who mean just as much to me. I have the prospect of spending quality time with these friends this weekend, playing WarioWare and screaming at each other and stuff. In the academic perspective, I am on top of all my school work this semester and eagerly anticipating getting the drop on my GPA. In the context of work, I have freed up my Sundays for work or relaxation, whatever comes first, which is a major advantage in regards to my psyche. I am coming up with more ideas every day for my novel, I am perilously close to finishing a short story I have been working on for nearly two years, and I am getting my hair cut next Thursday. Life is good for me right now.
And still I cannot shake the feeling that something terrible is about to happen.
Something tells me this is GLP--Good Life Paranoia--the same kind of ridiculous panicking that comes with having a happy relationship or something and then fucking it up by worrying that you're going to fuck it up. But at the same time, this niggling little doubt in the back of my head is worming its way into my psyche, and I'll be damned if it's not setting down roots and making itself quite comfortable, thank you very much.
Wednesday was the first Snow Day of the season. MUN closed all day until 5 o'clock, which meant I still had to go in at 7 for my Psychology class, but by that time I didn't really care. I caught up on sleep and loafing and it generally felt wonderful to have a day off. Also, a midterm and a quiz got bumped to next week, so I don't have to worry about studying too hard until the weekend.
So for all that life is going great right about now, I still feel kind of... bad.
On that note, I have a Classics class in ten minutes which I really should be getting to. Adios, muchachos. Make the most of your day.
Icarus really wants to go learn about Theseus, for some reason.
I breathe the mist
Floating about the stars
I can caress with velvet hands
I breathe the mist
Floating within without
This pen, this pen between my fingers.
Escape the pain
Within a room somewhere
Escape the pain
So deep inside the soul
I have no key,
No map to find.
Ever get one of those times when you have so many reasons to be happy and so many reasons to be sad that you can't decide which of the two you are, and eventually you settle into a kind of in-between state in which you function, alternating between both emotions but not really settling into either one, and only ending up feeling dissatisfied with everything in general?
This is one of those days for me.
On the one hand, I have exceptional friends. Exceptional friends with whom I would love to spend every moment of my time if it were conceivably possible. I have friends whom I have had for years, and many of whom I have only met in the last few months, who mean just as much to me. I have the prospect of spending quality time with these friends this weekend, playing WarioWare and screaming at each other and stuff. In the academic perspective, I am on top of all my school work this semester and eagerly anticipating getting the drop on my GPA. In the context of work, I have freed up my Sundays for work or relaxation, whatever comes first, which is a major advantage in regards to my psyche. I am coming up with more ideas every day for my novel, I am perilously close to finishing a short story I have been working on for nearly two years, and I am getting my hair cut next Thursday. Life is good for me right now.
And still I cannot shake the feeling that something terrible is about to happen.
Something tells me this is GLP--Good Life Paranoia--the same kind of ridiculous panicking that comes with having a happy relationship or something and then fucking it up by worrying that you're going to fuck it up. But at the same time, this niggling little doubt in the back of my head is worming its way into my psyche, and I'll be damned if it's not setting down roots and making itself quite comfortable, thank you very much.
Wednesday was the first Snow Day of the season. MUN closed all day until 5 o'clock, which meant I still had to go in at 7 for my Psychology class, but by that time I didn't really care. I caught up on sleep and loafing and it generally felt wonderful to have a day off. Also, a midterm and a quiz got bumped to next week, so I don't have to worry about studying too hard until the weekend.
So for all that life is going great right about now, I still feel kind of... bad.
On that note, I have a Classics class in ten minutes which I really should be getting to. Adios, muchachos. Make the most of your day.
Icarus really wants to go learn about Theseus, for some reason.
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