Dance Party Next Door
As juvenile as this will sound it must be said. I really wish my neighbours would stop playing dance music so loud. There is something about dance music that makes me anxious. I don’t know why??? I just can’t seem to relax. Maybe I just find clubbing stressful so I have negative associations with doof doof.
I stayed home on a Saturday night so that I didn’t have to deal with the world on a Saturday night. Oh well, my plans were foiled. I guess I should have gone to see the fauves or gone to a party. Instead I just get to listen to a bad one. I sound like such an octogenarian right now.
It’s been an exhausting few days; although fingers crossed things will get better soon. They seem to be heading in a positive direction. I hope. Text boy contacted me briefly a few days ago. I am trying not to reply I don’t have time for my own self produced drama at the moment. I foolishly put his phone number back in my phone. My friend eba continues to have dramas and am worried for her but she has finally gone to a counsellor so I am pleased. Regrettably, she is engaging in demeaning behaviour, but that is her responsibility.
I am in a very whimsical mood and I think I would be happy if I wasn’t so emotionally drained. I really would like get away for everything for a little while. I keep on thinking about certain people from the past. However I feel it is best to let the past rest, trying to engage with certain people is very unwelcomed which is sad but understandable. My friends are coming home from travelling and I look forward to see them. I just would like a few months with out drama and a crush on living breathing male. Afterwards everything can go back to the normal levels of craziness and mixed with the occasional black abyss. I am so glad spring has arrived; I think the sunshine will help heal many wounds. A good night’s sleep would do wonders for me, but clearly that simply is not going to happen tonight. I really am not that big of a fuddy duddy really! It’s just the dance music.
I stayed home on a Saturday night so that I didn’t have to deal with the world on a Saturday night. Oh well, my plans were foiled. I guess I should have gone to see the fauves or gone to a party. Instead I just get to listen to a bad one. I sound like such an octogenarian right now.
It’s been an exhausting few days; although fingers crossed things will get better soon. They seem to be heading in a positive direction. I hope. Text boy contacted me briefly a few days ago. I am trying not to reply I don’t have time for my own self produced drama at the moment. I foolishly put his phone number back in my phone. My friend eba continues to have dramas and am worried for her but she has finally gone to a counsellor so I am pleased. Regrettably, she is engaging in demeaning behaviour, but that is her responsibility.
I am in a very whimsical mood and I think I would be happy if I wasn’t so emotionally drained. I really would like get away for everything for a little while. I keep on thinking about certain people from the past. However I feel it is best to let the past rest, trying to engage with certain people is very unwelcomed which is sad but understandable. My friends are coming home from travelling and I look forward to see them. I just would like a few months with out drama and a crush on living breathing male. Afterwards everything can go back to the normal levels of craziness and mixed with the occasional black abyss. I am so glad spring has arrived; I think the sunshine will help heal many wounds. A good night’s sleep would do wonders for me, but clearly that simply is not going to happen tonight. I really am not that big of a fuddy duddy really! It’s just the dance music.