I, as we all know, am currently totally miserable in a shallow kind of way. Meaning I don't even know why any I'm all doom and gloom any more and probably don't even really have a good reason for it.
I think it has just become a habit. You know how some people get up, and throw back the blankets and get out of bed all perky and happy in their egg-yolk-yellow pajamas and they skip off to pee with a great big smile on their face even if their grandmother has just been killed in a bank robbery gone bad in which she was the get away driver? (I just couldn't kill off an innocent old lady without provocation even if she is fictional). Do you know why they do that? Skip off merrily. Pay attention here. We're back to the yellow clad merry morning moron. He does that because it's a habit and he can't help himself.
That's what's wrong with me. I've got a cranky habit going on.
I do not currently wear happy yellow jammies and skip merrily off any where in the morning any more. I tend to shuffle off and then shuffle right back again to curl up under the thick pile of blankets other wise known as my 'shield from life'. Bed has become my cave and I'm dug in deep. Way deep. Back in with the slimy, white-skinned, eye-less, freaky things that lurk under rocks and eat lichens and albino crickets. No, not Jehovah's Witnesses, I mean salamanders and stuff. Anyway, you're getting off track here.
I also think I am beginning to have an effect on the people around me.
Let's take the other evening as an example. The husband and I were in bed. He was sleeping, I was reading. I noticed he was sort of restless and mumbly and I looked over just as he opened his eyes.
Only half awake he blearily looked at me looking at him. "Gah!" He exclaimed and then rolled over and quickly pulled the blankets up around his neck.
Now, I had some time to think this over and and have decided that it had nothing to do with my physical appearance. Not that I am a stunning beauty or anything even remotely like that, but he had just seen me not an hour before and I doubt I had degraded that much in such a short amount of time. I decided that it had to have been my current attitude that must have caused some concern on his part. I thought I should make up for that. Be reassuring. Try a smile or two.
The following morning I watched as he gently came to wakefulness. I stared at him for a moment trying to remember what it was I was supposed to do. I knew I had planned to do something. Oh, right. A smile. Try a smile. So I did. I smiled. He stared at me, his eyes grew wider, an expression of concern spread across his face and then he quickly rolled over and pulled the blankets up around his neck. At least he didn't yell "Gah!" at me again.
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I, as we all know, am currently totally miserable in a shallow kind of way. Meaning I don't even know why any I'm all doom and gloom any more and probably don't even really have a good reason for it.
Read more...I think it has just become a habit. You know how some people get up, and throw back the blankets and get out of bed all perky and happy in their egg-yolk-yellow pajamas and they skip off to pee with a great big smile on their face even if their grandmother has just been killed in a bank robbery gone bad in which she was the get away driver? (I just couldn't kill off an innocent old lady without provocation even if she is fictional). Do you know why they do that? Skip off merrily. Pay attention here. We're back to the yellow clad merry morning moron. He does that because it's a habit and he can't help himself.
That's what's wrong with me. I've got a cranky habit going on.
I do not currently wear happy yellow jammies and skip merrily off any where in the morning any more. I tend to shuffle off and then shuffle right back again to curl up under the thick pile of blankets other wise known as my 'shield from life'. Bed has become my cave and I'm dug in deep. Way deep. Back in with the slimy, white-skinned, eye-less, freaky things that lurk under rocks and eat lichens and albino crickets. No, not Jehovah's Witnesses, I mean salamanders and stuff. Anyway, you're getting off track here.
I also think I am beginning to have an effect on the people around me.
Let's take the other evening as an example. The husband and I were in bed. He was sleeping, I was reading. I noticed he was sort of restless and mumbly and I looked over just as he opened his eyes.
Only half awake he blearily looked at me looking at him. "Gah!" He exclaimed and then rolled over and quickly pulled the blankets up around his neck.
Now, I had some time to think this over and and have decided that it had nothing to do with my physical appearance. Not that I am a stunning beauty or anything even remotely like that, but he had just seen me not an hour before and I doubt I had degraded that much in such a short amount of time. I decided that it had to have been my current attitude that must have caused some concern on his part. I thought I should make up for that. Be reassuring. Try a smile or two.
The following morning I watched as he gently came to wakefulness. I stared at him for a moment trying to remember what it was I was supposed to do. I knew I had planned to do something. Oh, right. A smile. Try a smile. So I did. I smiled. He stared at me, his eyes grew wider, an expression of concern spread across his face and then he quickly rolled over and pulled the blankets up around his neck. At least he didn't yell "Gah!" at me again.