Sex and the City
So, today I watched disc 2 of season 1 of Sex and the City. I've never watched the show regularly, but I like it. I'm not sure I should be watching anything, be it a tv show or a movie about relationships or sex right now. (For those of you that watch the show, I'm convinced that I'm a cross between Charlotte and Miranda. What do you think?)
I don't know why but this past week, I've been feeling a bit off. I thought I knew why and I thought I dealt with it. But I guess I'm wrong. But what am I wrong about? Was I wrong about dealing with the cause of my mood? Was I wrong about the cause of my mood? Am I just in a funk because I've been feeling rather lazy because it's the end of the semester, I've put nearly 0 effort into my finals?
I don't like feeling this way. For as much as I have enjoyed this past school year, I feel that I built up many expectations for myself that just haven't happened. See, that's my problem. It's the source of all my problems. In mind I expect one thing and see things how they "should" be and think that things (or people) are one way, but in reality it's all different. I don't know whether to call this problem an overactive imagination caused by being an only child (or caused by watching too many movies) or whether to call it an obssessive mind that analyzes life waaaaaay too much. Eh, it's probably both.
I don't know why but this past week, I've been feeling a bit off. I thought I knew why and I thought I dealt with it. But I guess I'm wrong. But what am I wrong about? Was I wrong about dealing with the cause of my mood? Was I wrong about the cause of my mood? Am I just in a funk because I've been feeling rather lazy because it's the end of the semester, I've put nearly 0 effort into my finals?
I don't like feeling this way. For as much as I have enjoyed this past school year, I feel that I built up many expectations for myself that just haven't happened. See, that's my problem. It's the source of all my problems. In mind I expect one thing and see things how they "should" be and think that things (or people) are one way, but in reality it's all different. I don't know whether to call this problem an overactive imagination caused by being an only child (or caused by watching too many movies) or whether to call it an obssessive mind that analyzes life waaaaaay too much. Eh, it's probably both.