Parsons, Orbison, Perkins, Cash! Talk to me!
A little less "I hate you deeply", a little more "I'll give them/it a chance". Stop my brain getting between me and meeting new and interesting people. Make friends with my brain! Sing in front of an audience! Get naked in public! Stop comparing myself to only the top 1% of whatever group then feeling bad about the outcome. Learn that it is not a chore to keep in touch with people i actually LIKE.
Be creative! Be constructive! Be grateful!
But most of all I would like my brain to stop flitting between a state of blissful, wanton ignorance money-wise and heart-throbbing worry brought on by the realisation that I am poor. And then I read over a sentence like that and instantly feel ashamed and embarassed for worrying about the bank taking most of my wages in overdraft fees when clearly, in the great scheme of things, I'm doing good. I'm doing pretty fucking great actually.
So far this year I'm head over heels in love, I've listened to too many country records. I haven't argued once, with anyone. I've finished three novels, only one of which was any good.
George was found dead in his flat last week. On Monday I threw away a pile of crosswords I'd been saving on his desk for him.
Be creative! Be constructive! Be grateful!
But most of all I would like my brain to stop flitting between a state of blissful, wanton ignorance money-wise and heart-throbbing worry brought on by the realisation that I am poor. And then I read over a sentence like that and instantly feel ashamed and embarassed for worrying about the bank taking most of my wages in overdraft fees when clearly, in the great scheme of things, I'm doing good. I'm doing pretty fucking great actually.
So far this year I'm head over heels in love, I've listened to too many country records. I haven't argued once, with anyone. I've finished three novels, only one of which was any good.
George was found dead in his flat last week. On Monday I threw away a pile of crosswords I'd been saving on his desk for him.