I posted it on my Facebook page to remind myself to look at it later. Yeah, I just said that in real life.
Do you ever space out scrolling through your Instagram feed while brushing your teeth. Things start to feel mighty clean.
In another alternate headspace I wondered outside my circle of social anxiety and found the bundle of uncomfortable. Exciting shit never happens when you’re hiding behind a bush.
Anxiety isn’t all bad. Scared doesn’t happen when you feel nervous enough. It’s a frenetic energy. Stuff gets made and shared before stopping long enough to care about how wrong someone might take it.
I maintain an awful policy about appeasing apologies. Under no circumstance shall I partake in any such ordeal. When seriously sorry, I bake cookies, kiss feet, offer massages and do anything to heal the hurt I have imparted. For those demanding apologies from a mound of just trying to grain more ground, the only condolence I can offer-may peace strike their heart at lightening speed. There is nothing I can do to heal a harmed soul that pissed on any help.
My friends are in the computer. A thicket of email messages, statuses, vignettes and other visual chatter as grown. A soul needs more. This vehicle is a tool. We are connected but it still takes effort to get there.
Scared is like having a door on top of you while your whole family piles on top of it. Drowning would be more peaceful. Thank the mighty puppy dog in the sky. Yeah, I like to imagine God like a little furry friend. He’s more cuddly that way.
Simple. Everything is simple and that is beautiful. What else is there to know?