less rest less rest
Lately I have been sleeping very poorly. I am trying to self-diagnose but I don't know how useful that is because I just change small physical things haphazardly and can't tell if anything's helping.
I think I still get jazzed about some things but lately I feel weary. I wish I could tell people when I think they are lousing things up and I wish I could be honest more often. I've been trying in small doses and mostly it goes over alright. Sometimes I think I think too much but most of the time I think I don't think enough at all. Not in the right ways, anyhow.
I wish that things could surprise me. I don't know if anything has for a long time. People are horrible and that's not surprising and people are kindhearted and that's not too surprising. Life is disappointing and I can't be surprised by that because I'm always preparing myself for life to be disappointing. And sometimes life sparkles and that's not surprising because I expect that, too. I read once that parents should quit telling their kids they are special. I'm wondering if my sort of constantly unfazed state is the culmination of years of being told/thinking I'm the shit while simultaneously hating myself a lot. Over the last couple years I have worked hard on letting things blow over, on calming down and appreciating everything. So I freaked out a lot and didn't expect it or know what to do and now I freak out a lot less and nothing is surprising. I sit around for lengthy periods of time, wander, flounder, think about feelings, laugh with people, cry at commercials, and I face more of the same for years and years. And that is not surprising. Self-diagnosis.
I could do anything.
I could do nothing.
That is not surprising.
That is not surprising.
When we go north to visit my family I sleep on a twin bed in a room with twin twin beds. My twin aunts slept on these mattresses thirty years ago. The beds sink with any pressure, but they are permanently curved, worn into a curve, anyways. The sheets are seventies and the blankets are seventies and everything is a little faded and a little soft.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
i have this grouping of friends, who aren't all friends with each other, but a group. in my mind, a group. they are people who i admire a lot but don't really know all that well, assembled over a few years and more important than the might seem, given our various kinds of distance. maybe the not knowing helps. with them i don't keep in touch very often but when we catch up it is a big deal. for me at least. sometimes it is just a punchy sentence. sometimes we have big conversations, the kind that have to end only because it's been hours and legs are asleep and meals have been missed. last week i had coffee with one of my old friends from high school and it was five hour coffee. with some people i think i admire them in secret and that they don't know. but i think viv and i admire each other equally and that is so nice. we think about things in somewhat different ways, the head-tilting kind, but also get it. she is the only person i know who can call things like design 'sexy' without me thinking it's really smarmy.