i guess in life and this blog - i try to be funny and interesting. i want you to come back, to like me, to subscribe to whatever i'm peddling. i think I've always been that way.Well today i dont really have the energy or desire to try. so im a just be.
i feel like a layer of me is being rubbed off. maybe more than one.
its uncomfortable.
im raw.
i cried a good part of my trip to atlanta. i know why and then i dont know why. it was good though.
long drives on the highway are the only times i have alone with myself these days.
the tears are still just behind my eyes.
i feel butterflies.
i also feel the seams of trying to hold it all in are wearing thin and some things are starting to leak out.
its very uncomfortable.
i want to distract myself, to buy something, to move to a new city, to tell a joke, to get a tattoo.
its very uncomfortable.
there's a rumbling inside that i can't quite put my finger on.
but i know the timing is perfect. but for what, i'm not sure.
it feels like there's a magnet pulling the stuff deep down that i hide and ignore and pretend isn't there, to the surface of my life.
its pulling my card. and showing me the lies i tell myself
about me not being judgmental or not being scared to death that no one will ever really love ME.
it has hooked a string around all my feelings of lonliness and isolation, inadequacy and jealousy.
and like master fisherman it's realing it all up from the murky bottom for all to see.
i can't hide much longer. and what a relief.
you see my grip is weak and i admit asked for this.
and it seems the call was heard and the waves are pushing against the sand.
did i say it was uncomfortable? very?
so i sit back and wait and just be.