Jun 09, 2005 21:05
This is my whole life…
Trapped. I’m trapped in a brown plastic bag. I need air. Every day it seems there is just enough air for that day, leaving the next up to chance. This is my lame example of a metaphor for my own life, but it’s how I truly feel, trapped. I feel like I’m treading water as fast as I can, but sinking twice as quickly. And everyone wants to look for the great big source. Like everyone’s feelings come out with labels on them as to what or where they came from. “Oh well it’s all the stress at home. As soon as you repair that it’ll all be better.” I’m really very sick of quick answers and meaningless clichés that provide little insight into the true source of our problem(s). I was reading a ‘teen advice’ website today and I came across this essay about loving yourself. I know all the little motivational speeches about self-esteem and ‘no one will love you until you love you’ kinda bullshit. I thought for a brief moment the site might just have one or two authors I could relate to, that had a refreshing take on issues like self-esteem and getting along with others, communication, socializing, the whole kit and caboodle of the human lot. Not a damn thing.