[ g.i. joe-ing ]

I'm sporadically available. sometimes here, sometimes gone, and I'm not just talking about my mental faculties. know that if I don't respond, or if you don't see posts, it's not because I've lost any love for you.. it's just because I'm not exactly working a nine to five anymore.

that being said, I've missed you all--though I must admit I've missed writing even more. (:

welcome back, self.

| helter-skelter, topsy-turvy, out-of-whack |

that’s me today.

it’s hard to find words to explain how i feel today, probably because they’re all swimming around my head bumping into each other like ungraceful fish. (are fish ever ungraceful?) maybe more like swans before they become graceful, or like a whole mess of ugly ducklings.

i’ll give it a rousing try anyways, because it’s amusing to see what i can come up with, and because if i don’t try now, i’ll never try. and we all know keeping things bottled up leads to that inevitable, ugly foaming over effect.. you know, like your soda. (phew, good luck trying to convince people you’re not crazy after this, kaylen.)

i feel like.. i’ve been scooped up out of my life and plopped into someone else’s. like the joke’s on me, like i’m perpetually forgetting something that’s crazy important. i’m thoroughly confused and out-of-whack; walking through my average, simple day like i’m fighting to see two feet ahead of me through palpably thick fog. my head hurts, madly. i don’t care about grammar, or spelling. i don’t ever want to wear anything besides t-shirts and jeans. i don’t want to want things.

when all’s said and done, the only music i can stand today is iron & wine (the shepherd’s dog, specifically) and the soundtrack from the pianist.

this is playing & this is next.

I’m not sure what’ll snap me out of it. good food? good conversation? good solitude? *shrug* who knows..

2 comments to | helter-skelter, topsy-turvy, out-of-whack |

  • im kinda feeling this way today—err make that, most days…

    Everyday I feel like Im wasting time. Like there is something else Im supposed to be doing that never gets done. Like Im stuck in this stupid under toe of meaninglessness.
    its like Im waiting for someone to show up, smack me across the face and say “what are you doing with you life??? “, before I will quit wasting time on things that leave me lacking.
    “For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appeareth for a little time, and then vanishes away” (James 4:14).—my life is a vapor yet I feel like I have so many days of wasted time.
    I can’t help but go to sleep at night and feel like I failed somehow.

    urgh

    crap, Im venting.
    Forgive me

  • kaylen

    no forgiveness needed. I’m just glad someone identifies.

    sucks, days like these.

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