I have a really bad habit of getting stuck in my own head.
All manner of little things can do it to me. I worry about this and that, one stressor feeds another and the next thing I know I’m on the verge of tearing my hair out and crying into a glass of something alcoholic. This last month has certainly taken it’s toll on me. Tomorrow, for example, will be one month since the day I found all of my belongings missing from my old apartment. The property rental company finally settled last week, and while it was only half of what it should have been, I just couldn’t do it anymore. I was too tired.
I’ve left the dishes to pile up in the kitchen, laundry overflowing in the baskets, clothes strewn across my closet and eaten more than one bag of popcorn for lunch. I was tired, and most of it was my own damn fault.
Yesterday, I woke up sour. It may have been the fact that it was day two of a hangover (it would seem I’m not 19 any more), and it could have had something to do with the fact that my neighbours choose 4:48AM as the perfect time to blast really loud, really bad music. Must be nice to not have to get up and do anything in the morning. I texted my friend and expressed my displeasure at the whole thing. The texts ranged from “Are you going to go to class?” to “Today might be the day I finally lose my shit,” but I managed to put on pants (real ones, with a button), and I went to class.
I went grocery shopping with one friend and ranted about how tired and frustrated I was. Another friend came over for movies and dinner and she and I ranted about how frustrated we both were. Then we put on hilarious music and danced. We went for hot chocolates, and I came home to a hot bath and I sat in front of my laptop for the better part of two hours, too wrapped up in my own head to write anything.
It was past my bedtime before I finally got out of my head, and it took a Skype call and a 5-minute laughing fit to do it. As it turned out, I went to bed two hours later than I should have and woke up positively exhausted with bad hair and a smile on my face. I needed a good laugh it would appear.
And I’ve already watched the 19-second video evidence I have of the hilarity twice.