A Little Struggle Makes You Human

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:

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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.

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Author: momsthetruth

Struggling INFJ living in broad daylight and pretends she sleeps through the day like a vampire but knows nothing about Twilight, aside of that hairy beast thing that changes when the girl he can't have does something that can get herself killed.

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