As soon as I shake the residual, soul-sucking side-effects of work, I might actually dig into Minah’s eleven-questions today. I don’t want to take it all lightly.
I’m picking up a few followers everyday now. So now I also feel the pressure to show up and do something. That’s good. I need the pressure.
If I can shake this surly, antisocial desire to be an angry, seething vacuum–I’ll do it tonight. Sometimes, I feel like my brain is in a vice–that there is an external pressure on my lobes–driving me out into that halls of BAD BAD pessimism and surliness.
I don’t like feeling this way. I’m sure I’ll get over it. But in the spirit of transparency–there you go.
Sounds somewhat akin to wanting to put my head in the washing machine, some days, when I get home from work. Someone should invent a “Novocain for the brain” shot.