Love is a migraine
I was looking back in my journal and I found this, posted as a private entry. I dont think I ever posted it for real, and even if I did and I forget, I think it's worth re-posting.
"Love is a universal migraine / A bright stain on the vision / Blotting out reason.”
-Robert Graves
this is so accurate; i love it. the way the world looks and seems to me during a migraine is muddled and strange, and distorted, and different but also the same, and charged with raw energies like emotion and pain and base functions. logic and thought dont really apply too much anymore. you make decisions based on how you feel, not what you think. you treat people in different ways than you normally would. eating and sleeping arent really necessary. your life is taken over by the pain and the realization that you now have to once again make your health a priority over everything else going on, or choose to suffer. just as love takes over and makes itself your first priority, no matter what.
and like love, when the migraine fizzles, you're left with this newfound clarity that makes the previous experience seem like a dream. trying to recreate exactly how you felt during that episode is so near impossible that you almost wonder if it really happened. you become embarrassed about things you said and did during that time, and for the life of you you can't remember what was so important that you abandoned your family and ignored your work and hid in your room, transfixed. it's the same kind of hypnosis, just instead of swooning over love notes, you were in there injecting Imitrex and pulling the pillows over your head.
"Love is a universal migraine / A bright stain on the vision / Blotting out reason.”
-Robert Graves
this is so accurate; i love it. the way the world looks and seems to me during a migraine is muddled and strange, and distorted, and different but also the same, and charged with raw energies like emotion and pain and base functions. logic and thought dont really apply too much anymore. you make decisions based on how you feel, not what you think. you treat people in different ways than you normally would. eating and sleeping arent really necessary. your life is taken over by the pain and the realization that you now have to once again make your health a priority over everything else going on, or choose to suffer. just as love takes over and makes itself your first priority, no matter what.
and like love, when the migraine fizzles, you're left with this newfound clarity that makes the previous experience seem like a dream. trying to recreate exactly how you felt during that episode is so near impossible that you almost wonder if it really happened. you become embarrassed about things you said and did during that time, and for the life of you you can't remember what was so important that you abandoned your family and ignored your work and hid in your room, transfixed. it's the same kind of hypnosis, just instead of swooning over love notes, you were in there injecting Imitrex and pulling the pillows over your head.