Mondays
You know, I really dont mind monday's that much. Especially when they follow Sundays that are really non-productive and almost overly-lazy. Pretty much the entire day yesterday Patrick and I spent doing nothing. And by nothing, I honestly mean nothing. We went to taco bell. That's about the extent of it. It was nice until about 5:00 when I started feeling restless. Patrick kind of got in a weird mood and the rest of the evening felt "weird." I really have no better way to explain it. It's tough to explain because he and I never fight. I mean never. We replace fighting with bouts of awkwardness or something. I think it's because he is the type that really shuts down emotionally when something is on his mind. With him, I'm the opposite. I'd rather talk about it. Anyhow, things are fine now. He actually brought me lunch to my office (while I was in class), hung it on my door with a note inside my lunchbox that was very cute and heartwarming. Made the ham sandwich taste better. I just love him.
My classes were good today, had a few good therapy sessions this afternoon, so that's good. I still have this weird internal feeling. I cant exactly put my finger on it. It almost feels like anxiety, but not exactly. I think just too much on my mind between work, PhD, and my sister. I sort of have the feeling that I'd just like to run away right now.
Oh yea, looks like I'm going to have to start making my journal entries private, so request me as a friend if you so wish. I forget sometimes when I journal that this is so damn public and that people you'd rather stay the hell out of your life will continue to read. You know, it's odd to me. If you knew somebody wanted absolutely nothing to do with you ever again, wouldnt you be inclined to leave that person alone? What is it about people that makes them want to continue to seek you out, try to talk to you, and try to befriend you when it's completely non-reciprocal? Even as a psychologist, some questions about human behaviors are tough to answer.
My classes were good today, had a few good therapy sessions this afternoon, so that's good. I still have this weird internal feeling. I cant exactly put my finger on it. It almost feels like anxiety, but not exactly. I think just too much on my mind between work, PhD, and my sister. I sort of have the feeling that I'd just like to run away right now.
Oh yea, looks like I'm going to have to start making my journal entries private, so request me as a friend if you so wish. I forget sometimes when I journal that this is so damn public and that people you'd rather stay the hell out of your life will continue to read. You know, it's odd to me. If you knew somebody wanted absolutely nothing to do with you ever again, wouldnt you be inclined to leave that person alone? What is it about people that makes them want to continue to seek you out, try to talk to you, and try to befriend you when it's completely non-reciprocal? Even as a psychologist, some questions about human behaviors are tough to answer.