Winter doesn’t work well with me. It is during this time of the year that I often feel so strongly this way: a mixture of anger, loneliness, incompetence and frustration.
It’s a strange thing, driving. There are often times when I feel grateful for the short periods of time for myself: just my music and me. It is in the car where I can think, analyze and ponder over things I cannot anywhere else any other time. Usually those thoughts are towards the positive end of the spectrum or just analytical musings. But then there are those times I hate myself for driving alone (such as today). I hate myself for leaving myself alone with the terrible scenes and scenarios that are swimming in my head. I hate myself for allowing time for this to happen, and I absolutely dread the drive to my destination. But at the same time, that terrible gut-feeling I hate myself for is enjoying the fact that there is no one else around to interrupt my thoughts or see me so weak. I am glad that I am alone in my car, free to mentally injure myself as if I find it entertaining to thrive upon depressing thoughts.
Same with the shower. I just spent 25 minutes just sitting in the middle of the tub, the hot water running all over me, keeping me warm. Yet I feel so cold. Cold, distant and angry for allowing myself to feel this way. Read the rest of this entry »
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