Tired and without spirit. I felt so empty somehow.
I know I only speak with selected human beings only. And feeling cold from the draft within me when I want to peek into reality for a while. It just feels cozy sitting in the corner with a cat on my lap and face, in semi-darkness. It’s my internal alone time.
Maybe I am just physically tired. My eyes seem to be aching that I’m slowly reversing myself into somewhere unfamiliar. Now, that’s something I don’t need. Coffee hasn’t done anything to me either. Things just don’t flow when the spirit is broken. But it was up, and then down, up and then down.
So, a little up for me when Miss Brown just owned up to me that she had recently drunk dialed me. So that was hilarious. Because I had no idea… I still get giggles and bubbles below my esophagus when I am reminded of this.
Then my sister posted this in the family messaging group:
Awesome crazy ain’t it? This got me into another conversation with another friend that made me forget about things that is invisibly bothering me – coz she told to sear all those people who bothers me with hot coffee. Incredible sarcasm. I love people like me.
But all of the above just floated quite momentarily for me.
I know I get into this zone sometimes, where I suck happiness out of people and don’t return them back. But I suppose it is to balance it out since my happiness has gone some place else at this moment. Maybe shopping would help but I haven’t got enough to spare for the next pay cheque, coz otherwise I would without missing a beat.
What I should write are about the things that I wish to achieve throughout this life time… Perhaps, it would be the best medicine for lifting up spirits.
Note to Readers: Thank you people who comments on my posts. I want you to know that you make me happy. Your emotional support softens my blunders. Thank you again.