Whatever it is, it’s impending
One of the main reasons I have a blog is so I can keep track of all those things that seem so intensely important on any given day, but then rapidly slip away into the cavernous past, never to be thought of again. Because those things are shaping me, in ways I don’t realize and won’t remember.
I know that the things that happen to me, combined with how I react to them, make me who I am, and that refusing to examine them imperils my (admittedly already anemic) growth as a person.
However looking at the past me – the one who doesn’t know what’s coming me – is sometimes sad and scary. This time last year I had doom barreling down on me like a freight train. A world of hurt and misery and despair. And I was just bumbling along, miserably oblivious to it.
I know that we’re not allowed to know what’s going to happen because if we knew the future we’d probably all just give up and stay drunk 24/7. But reading back on the musings of that person who couldn’t sense serious bad getting ready to happen—it makes me terrified of what else is coming my way that I can’t see. I have no idea what I am counting down to right now. What I will look back on later and think “Oh wow – that was only three days before… three weeks before… a month before…”
I don’t want anything else to happen. I don’t want tomorrow. I want to go sleep in the closet with a baseball bat and a book of spells and wallop anyone who comes near me.
Filed under: anti-socialism, introversion, personal ramblings | Comments (3)Somewhere there’s sun
and you don’t need a reason.- The Weepies, Little Bird
3 Responses to “Whatever it is, it’s impending”
Leave a Reply






















I find the idea of getting married to be completely incompatible with the idea of having a great year. Fortunately, it’s Jeni getting married, and not me. So there is still some hope for my year.