Happiness makes me silly.
Happy? Yes, almost...
I no longer question my sanity. For those of you unfortunate enough to have me on your friends page, and who may sometimes peruse my infinite postings, I was recently questioning my sanity, afraid that I was in fact, loosing my mind. I no longer think this, thank god, it has passed. I am chalking it all up to some kind of sever bout of... depression/anxiety/dissassoiciation/lonliness...freak out.
Okay, so I'm not crazy. I really do keep coming back to this point throughout my life. I thinkn it is because I have legitamate cause to worry. There are crazy people in my life, in my family, and I guess when I loose it I think, this is it! This is the big one where I go coo-coo. But, I think that I need to accept the fact that I am not crazy, or maybe I'm not crazy all of the time. Maybe I need to think of them as issues. I have issues. But, who dosent? Also, crazy people don't know they're crazy right? So, all of this self-examination is only proof positive of the opposite.
That if I question my sanity, I am sane. This seems funny somehow. But, also true. Okay, enough crazy talk.
I love my new house. Yes, I say love and even though I do not mean the deepest form of this emotion, I would say that it is satisfying and causes me to be filled with elation when I think upon it, look upon it, etc.
There have been problems, yes. Considerable problems. But, some of it is because of baggage other people left behind and some neighborly disputes. But, that is what love is all baout isn't it? Working through some baggage and getting along with the...neighbors?
Now I am just being silly.
Happiness, verging, I can feel it coming happiness, sometimes makes me silly, I guess.
I no longer question my sanity. For those of you unfortunate enough to have me on your friends page, and who may sometimes peruse my infinite postings, I was recently questioning my sanity, afraid that I was in fact, loosing my mind. I no longer think this, thank god, it has passed. I am chalking it all up to some kind of sever bout of... depression/anxiety/dissassoiciation/lonliness...freak out.
Okay, so I'm not crazy. I really do keep coming back to this point throughout my life. I thinkn it is because I have legitamate cause to worry. There are crazy people in my life, in my family, and I guess when I loose it I think, this is it! This is the big one where I go coo-coo. But, I think that I need to accept the fact that I am not crazy, or maybe I'm not crazy all of the time. Maybe I need to think of them as issues. I have issues. But, who dosent? Also, crazy people don't know they're crazy right? So, all of this self-examination is only proof positive of the opposite.
That if I question my sanity, I am sane. This seems funny somehow. But, also true. Okay, enough crazy talk.
I love my new house. Yes, I say love and even though I do not mean the deepest form of this emotion, I would say that it is satisfying and causes me to be filled with elation when I think upon it, look upon it, etc.
There have been problems, yes. Considerable problems. But, some of it is because of baggage other people left behind and some neighborly disputes. But, that is what love is all baout isn't it? Working through some baggage and getting along with the...neighbors?
Now I am just being silly.
Happiness, verging, I can feel it coming happiness, sometimes makes me silly, I guess.