Funny how most of my friends' moms trust me, while my own mom doesn't — & can't.
Funny how I'd rather spend time floating on water than actually swimming in it, looking up at the stars & feeling totally lost in the moment, appreciating my solitude at quiet spots in pools/beaches. Downtime is so much easier to savor this way.
Funny how skipping yoga & tai chi, even if I'm NOT the most graceful/flexible person on earth, leaves me depressed. Those practices allow me to be forgiving & patient with myself while challenging me to push myself to the limit to no end, & I love how I'd be soothed & energized at the same time after every session. I'd rather do it under the supervision of an instructor, but I don't want any bystanders watching me do incriminating poses for the hell of it. Join the class, fuckers!
Funny how no matter what I do or what other people say, I still feel rotten about myself & I'll never be good enough for everything & everyone. I mean, I'm usually comfortable in my own stupidity skin but the hard part of growing up usually entails more responsibility for & poise in one's actions & I'm having the most cumbersome time adjusting.
Funny how chocolate & massages do wonders for my turbulent emotions, but what I really need now is a pint or two of chunky banana ice cream, with chocolate chips & walnuts, & I don't mind eating that all day. It feels like summer everytime I think about it. I must be in denial; my seasonal affective disorder's at it again. But I think my cravings are better than prescription mood-altering drugs, so...
