ENDORPHINS!

Just a Reminder

Well as always I abandon the blog only to come crawling back either because of insomnia or procrastination, in this instance i'll attempt to avoid my psychology studies.

By the way, it is pronounce eye-ther...not ee-ther.

During my ten day disappearance from theAFTERpart, many interesting things have come into play. The experiences have ranged from camping in the marshes of Beaumont Texas, to spending eight consecutive hours in the library...and counting.

The business of being busy is an emotionally eroding thing. Will I ever grow accustomed to this fast-paced life, or is it something that genetically we all just learn to live with, surviving only by voicing our complaints?

As I proofread, I've noticed that my writings have changed. As if the fact that I'm proofreading at all isn't alarming, it seems as though I'm constantly writing about my life in news release format. I blame Writing For Media Markets entirely. Alas fellow college students, apparently all of these classes we attend DO in fact aid in learning. Just as I was beginning to have my doubts...

I do in all honesty wish I could get back to the raw, unorganized collective writings that mostly make up this tablet, but truthfully I'm not feeling like much of a kid lately. I say this, but in contrast I had cereal for dinner and have a tasty PB&J wrapped up for later. There is a 4-year-old in each of us that screams occasionally, just to remind us that we aren't as old as we might feel.

Perhaps this is a wake up call.

Press onward.

This too shall pass,

just as things usually do.

Vanished.

What is it like to disappear? I have attempted to do so during trying times in my life, but the results of disappearing are always temporary. Do we breach our comfort of privacy reaching out for communication, or is our comfort breached by others who pull us back into the world where we can be seen?

I'd like to disappear...for maybe a moment or two.

And if I could disappear, maybe you'd wonder where I was.

Life is in a big transition right now, and I'm not handling it very well. I've been emotional, angry, destructive, vague, and flaky to a few people who matter quite a lot to me. This too shall pass....I know this...but what about this feeling?

This feeling...

This constant wonder of when am I going to wake up and feel comfortable with this entire mess...

White flag in hand, I'm just asking for peace...

Inner.

Outer.

Peace.

So I've been taking some hits lately.

No big deal I guess.

Set the fuse to go

"Come, Come,

Fly into my palm,

and collapse..."