The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.
I feel like I need to record the essence of this uplifting mood I've been in lately. Mostly, I'm scared of how quickly it will be gone.. the most unexpected things tend to affect me (like how I forgot to grab a fork for this sushi I just got). Logically, there's no reason for me to be this happy. My grades aren't what they should be, I'm out of shape, I don't get enough sleep...the list goes on. But, despite all of those reasons, I continue to feel that pep in my step (I can't believe I just wrote that..) that is usually only necessitated by large amounts of caffiene or alcohol. The fact that I even have motivation and the will to write this is unusual enough. I hope I'm able to revel in this until at least the end of the school year.
This is also leading me to believe that the physical sickness I've endured since September was largely psychological. I'm actually hungry now, and I can go out without feeling like I'm going to lose whatever I ate that day. There goes my eagerness to hear the doctor tell me I was right.
I can see so much good in even the people I've tended to feel animosity towards. I can feel good about staying in on a Saturday night to enjoy my friends' company. I can listen to my ipod on shuffle without skipping half of the songs, because I'm enjoying things like chord progressions, lyrics, and percussion. I can pay attention in lecture because I'm interested, and not exhausted by the idea of learning. I can read and absorb the ideas on the page, rather than just the words. I can reflect.
You know? I really think some friends (who will not be mentioned in case anyone else finds this) have a lot to do with this. I've never had anyone who would just say to me, "I'm coming over," and find that they only wanted to see me.. not that they wanted something from me. I wish I could thank you without looking strange.
"Anything is the truth as long as enough people believe it is."
This is also leading me to believe that the physical sickness I've endured since September was largely psychological. I'm actually hungry now, and I can go out without feeling like I'm going to lose whatever I ate that day. There goes my eagerness to hear the doctor tell me I was right.
I can see so much good in even the people I've tended to feel animosity towards. I can feel good about staying in on a Saturday night to enjoy my friends' company. I can listen to my ipod on shuffle without skipping half of the songs, because I'm enjoying things like chord progressions, lyrics, and percussion. I can pay attention in lecture because I'm interested, and not exhausted by the idea of learning. I can read and absorb the ideas on the page, rather than just the words. I can reflect.
You know? I really think some friends (who will not be mentioned in case anyone else finds this) have a lot to do with this. I've never had anyone who would just say to me, "I'm coming over," and find that they only wanted to see me.. not that they wanted something from me. I wish I could thank you without looking strange.
"Anything is the truth as long as enough people believe it is."