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I drove into Mobtown last night and Becky came over around 1 am and we stayed up til about 4:30am talking and we both sat down and wrote for a bit. I would love some feedback on this. :)
Pressure seems like a term used only in chemistry and physics, but I can feel it in my everyday life. I cannot let anything negative go. It bugs me, even years later. It rattles around in my thoughts- how I fucked up, got fucked, or fucked someone else over. Every conversation, every argument weighs me down until my weight and mass actually change to accommodate this pressure. Sometimes I feel like I’m going to spontaneously combust due to all this built up pressure and I find myself hoping I do explode because then I will have to let all of it go. But the Law of Conservation of Mass says that energy cannot be created or destroyed, so all of my negative energy attaches itself to other lost souls all over the world and they are forced to bear my leftover pressure. If each person in this world took a nano ounce of my mass, I would be close to zero, but still weighed down by the new pressure building up from others. It’s a never ending cycle where mass is redistributed to someone else and than back to me. I can’t escape and one day it will kill me, only by a heart attack instead of spontaneous combustion. The end result will still be the same, but I bet that even in heaven or six feet underground, the pressure will build back up. Fucking laws of science.
Also, I brainstormed some topics with Becky to write about for stand alone pieces and for my novel.
Pressure, Past Loves, Self-Medication, Words taste Like, Black Listed at Hospitals, Doctor Shopping vs. Drug Dealers (steady supply vs. no supply), Outwitting Doctors, Drug Seeking, Stand-up Date due to Pain, Acupuncture, Pain Therapy, Therapy, Dr. Sisson- kept me in the dark, no info, Hysterectomy, Withdrawal pain medicine rationing/preparing
Pressure seems like a term used only in chemistry and physics, but I can feel it in my everyday life. I cannot let anything negative go. It bugs me, even years later. It rattles around in my thoughts- how I fucked up, got fucked, or fucked someone else over. Every conversation, every argument weighs me down until my weight and mass actually change to accommodate this pressure. Sometimes I feel like I’m going to spontaneously combust due to all this built up pressure and I find myself hoping I do explode because then I will have to let all of it go. But the Law of Conservation of Mass says that energy cannot be created or destroyed, so all of my negative energy attaches itself to other lost souls all over the world and they are forced to bear my leftover pressure. If each person in this world took a nano ounce of my mass, I would be close to zero, but still weighed down by the new pressure building up from others. It’s a never ending cycle where mass is redistributed to someone else and than back to me. I can’t escape and one day it will kill me, only by a heart attack instead of spontaneous combustion. The end result will still be the same, but I bet that even in heaven or six feet underground, the pressure will build back up. Fucking laws of science.
Also, I brainstormed some topics with Becky to write about for stand alone pieces and for my novel.
Pressure, Past Loves, Self-Medication, Words taste Like, Black Listed at Hospitals, Doctor Shopping vs. Drug Dealers (steady supply vs. no supply), Outwitting Doctors, Drug Seeking, Stand-up Date due to Pain, Acupuncture, Pain Therapy, Therapy, Dr. Sisson- kept me in the dark, no info, Hysterectomy, Withdrawal pain medicine rationing/preparing