The cold of winter
I can feel it in my bones - in my fingertips. This cold weather's got me captured again. My brain's been racing with all the things of the day, all the things I feel I've got to do, but don't. It's that time of year again - where all my interactions seem so forced, so fake.
The surgery went better than I had expected... & the 2 weeks that followed were filled with hours & hours of watching t.v. I got nothing accomplished...& the dr. says eventually the pain will subside, but it's been almost a month & I still feel the twinge of pain here & there.
Thanksgiving was ok - though it only served as a reminder of why I don't spend so much time with my "family." It's not that I don't like them - my mother, my brother, even my mom's best friend - I love. It's the people we've picked up along the way that I cannot identify with - it's like we're from 2 entirely different planes of being. & it's not that I think that I'm better than anyone else, I just don't "get" them. & I hate feeling like I'm pretending to be something I'm not.
The surgery went better than I had expected... & the 2 weeks that followed were filled with hours & hours of watching t.v. I got nothing accomplished...& the dr. says eventually the pain will subside, but it's been almost a month & I still feel the twinge of pain here & there.
Thanksgiving was ok - though it only served as a reminder of why I don't spend so much time with my "family." It's not that I don't like them - my mother, my brother, even my mom's best friend - I love. It's the people we've picked up along the way that I cannot identify with - it's like we're from 2 entirely different planes of being. & it's not that I think that I'm better than anyone else, I just don't "get" them. & I hate feeling like I'm pretending to be something I'm not.