Okay, so I called this my 'Monday night extraordinary blog' because I haven't been posting my 'regular saturday night blogs' lately!
I like living in a big city but sometimes I don't quite process all the information that is going on around me, here. I don't think I can make myself clear on this one. It's weird. I'm a very sensitive person, regarding all my senses. I unconsciously care a lot about smells, textures, images and sounds. Sometimes even the slightest change in the environment sends me flashbacks (or flashforwards).
Lately, as it is Autumn, everything reminds me of my childhood, in a sort of unconscious way. Most of the memories I have of my childhood are from when it was Autumn or Winter.
In the Autumn and Winter, I loved going to school when I was little, I loved being there and I never wanted to go home afterwards. It was always my dad, and sometimes my maternal grandfather, who would drive me to school, and it was a peaceful drive, and I peacefully and happily went to school every morning and worried about pretty much anything. Played all day long in the playground.
However, sometimes my mum would take me to school. It was terrible. I cried when she left because I couldn't bear the idea of her dropping me off at school and then watching her drive away. I didn't want her to leave and I cried for several minutes until I would finally calm down, but still, those days were terrible and apathetic and all I cared for was that the day would be over soon and I would be home and see my mum.
I never knew, and still don't understand why I had that reaction. It was crystal clear to me though, I couldn't bear seeing her go.
I like the person I am becoming now as opposed to the person I was a few months, maybe a year ago. I feel much more true now, I feel genuine and it feels like finally I am on the right track to become a good person. I might have not been a good person in the past. I try to be now, and I think I'm good at it. I would have made my mother truly proud.
I may have broken my foot because yesterday a friggin' PLASTIC COAT HANGER fell on it. My foot is purple and swollen, and I can't walk right, it hurts like hell.
Will someone tell me how something like a coat hanger can break a person's foot? Cuz I simply can't get it. I must be made of really thin glass.
I like living in a big city but sometimes I don't quite process all the information that is going on around me, here. I don't think I can make myself clear on this one. It's weird. I'm a very sensitive person, regarding all my senses. I unconsciously care a lot about smells, textures, images and sounds. Sometimes even the slightest change in the environment sends me flashbacks (or flashforwards).
Lately, as it is Autumn, everything reminds me of my childhood, in a sort of unconscious way. Most of the memories I have of my childhood are from when it was Autumn or Winter.
In the Autumn and Winter, I loved going to school when I was little, I loved being there and I never wanted to go home afterwards. It was always my dad, and sometimes my maternal grandfather, who would drive me to school, and it was a peaceful drive, and I peacefully and happily went to school every morning and worried about pretty much anything. Played all day long in the playground.
However, sometimes my mum would take me to school. It was terrible. I cried when she left because I couldn't bear the idea of her dropping me off at school and then watching her drive away. I didn't want her to leave and I cried for several minutes until I would finally calm down, but still, those days were terrible and apathetic and all I cared for was that the day would be over soon and I would be home and see my mum.
I never knew, and still don't understand why I had that reaction. It was crystal clear to me though, I couldn't bear seeing her go.
I like the person I am becoming now as opposed to the person I was a few months, maybe a year ago. I feel much more true now, I feel genuine and it feels like finally I am on the right track to become a good person. I might have not been a good person in the past. I try to be now, and I think I'm good at it. I would have made my mother truly proud.
I may have broken my foot because yesterday a friggin' PLASTIC COAT HANGER fell on it. My foot is purple and swollen, and I can't walk right, it hurts like hell.
Will someone tell me how something like a coat hanger can break a person's foot? Cuz I simply can't get it. I must be made of really thin glass.
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weston:
Hope your foot is feeling better!
denie:
you are so beautiful girl!