%%USERNAME%%    %%ACCWORDS%% %%ONOFF%% |
 |  Blog and other works of literary sense |
| Here is a collection of ruminations and whatnot. |
| The age when i became an adult: I was never an adult in my life. I've remained a teenager through my life. I hated the idea of being a woman who went to the beauty salon weekly to have my hair into a beehive or some ghastly teased mess and wearing Chanel-like suits and having stockings and wearing Ferragamo pumps (hint: I'm referring to my bad stepmother). I hated the idea of growing into that sort of person. I am going to valiantly fight to be someone else, preferably, clinging to the idea that I'm young always in my own mind. I don't like being elderly or being called that merely due to chronological age. i do admit to being mature but really cannot think of myself as some sort of woman who's on the wrong side of some stupid age. Now I'm feeling rather embarassed into admitting what I am age wise and I will lie deliberately: I'm 24 years old. This blog post was inspired by the book "Burn after Writing" - a book encouraging writers to talk about themselves and their innermost feelings, ideas and so on. I encourage people to write in the interim of their stay out of contact due to this pandemic. I think writing is a releasing sort of activity that's not going to maim you nor give you broken bones or whatever. Workouts are boring after a while so writing should be the other side of releasing some pent up feelings and perhaps to make a person face their demons somehow so that these won't ever bother them again. I don't usually go through some religious sort of thing before I write. I do'nt know if it will help but you might ask the Holy Spirit to help, of course. I do sometimes think of the Holy Spirit but I guess a good greeting to Him Who loves my Soul should be good. I am not sure why I'm up so early today but it's been one of those nights where I was alternately ok and sickish. I blame the dog for the sickly feeling. He has been always in a troublesome spot and so being a bit too close to him has been bad. I've had to cure myself with the following: food, alcohol (wine), aspirin, vitamin fizz and the internet. Thank God. But then I still get a whiff of some sickish thing so I am wondering what on earth is in the air these days. This is Monday and so I'm optimistic that good things will happen, but it might only be the timeliness of the US Mail delivery. There are some days that the mail carrier is overworked and our mail doesn't get delivered till seven pm that evening. I am hoping for good news about anything in the world. I sent an email trying to pitch a story to a magazine, I applied to a job or two, I put up some videos on YouTube, I tweeted several things on Twitter, and I am always gratified by a response, haha. Just like a kid I am, aren't I? So it is always good to think of theh new day as a gift that is to be unwrapped and so this is why I feel optimism. I do'nt think the it's a problem to be optimistic, and I surely won't go round yelling that the sky is falling. I have had a rather rough weekend but I have gone through it and it might threaten again this week but I'm trying to hold on till I get to talk to my therapist this week. I hope I don't start bawling at her over the phone like I did saying that I had become so very sad because my life is awful (boo hoo). So this week I think I should try to sound more modulated about my angst. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
