Thursday, May 13, 2004
The Doctor is In
Would you ask the crazy girl for advice?
I realized something a long time ago, people trust my opinion, maybe that’s because I am not afraid to give it, but they do. A vast majority of the people I interact with, turn to me for advice, or seek my counselling when they are having a bad day, or are at a cross road. Now not all of my friends and acquaintances do this, the weird thing is when strangers do, or if they share something deeply personal with me.
I sometimes get nostalgic writing this blog, and I think about telling a story about something that happened in the past, I have all these things that demand to be said… yet I hold them back…. I really do wonder if I am crazy sometimes....
“She sits alone in the room so quiet and dim, wondering what possessed her as she howled and screamed; the tears feel cool against her cheek, the rage she was filled with had caused them to burn and sting. Then as quickly as it had surrounded her, it fades quickly into a faint memory, replaced only by a hallow moment of grief.”
I am exhausted…… I just want to write…. I am anxious, this guy, he blows my mind; he is very intelligent, intriguing and did I mention attractive…
I may have a job interview this upcoming which, which makes me nervous.
Monday was my Father’s birthday, he is in Alberta, working at his new job with my other brother (the Ass), and I worry. Happy Birthday Daddy! I miss you!
I realized something a long time ago, people trust my opinion, maybe that’s because I am not afraid to give it, but they do. A vast majority of the people I interact with, turn to me for advice, or seek my counselling when they are having a bad day, or are at a cross road. Now not all of my friends and acquaintances do this, the weird thing is when strangers do, or if they share something deeply personal with me.
I sometimes get nostalgic writing this blog, and I think about telling a story about something that happened in the past, I have all these things that demand to be said… yet I hold them back…. I really do wonder if I am crazy sometimes....
“She sits alone in the room so quiet and dim, wondering what possessed her as she howled and screamed; the tears feel cool against her cheek, the rage she was filled with had caused them to burn and sting. Then as quickly as it had surrounded her, it fades quickly into a faint memory, replaced only by a hallow moment of grief.”
I am exhausted…… I just want to write…. I am anxious, this guy, he blows my mind; he is very intelligent, intriguing and did I mention attractive…
I may have a job interview this upcoming which, which makes me nervous.
Monday was my Father’s birthday, he is in Alberta, working at his new job with my other brother (the Ass), and I worry. Happy Birthday Daddy! I miss you!
