Sunday, July 03, 2005

Apathy is NOT ok

OK, today apathy is NOT ok. I feel like I am drowning (as in going to die, perish, cease to breath due to large amounts of water) and all I can do is sit here and do nothing about it. I want to take myself by the shoulders, shake myself really really hard and say "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!"
All I can do is go to work, watch tv, and lay in bed. Whenever the thoughts begin to surface of all the deadlines that are fast approaching (school deadlines, money deadlines, moving deadlines) I catch a tiny glimpse of this place, deep within me, where I have buried myself deep in a closet and I can't stop screaming. Man is it easier to just not care about anything than to look into that place. Having had this particular place actually manifest itself into my reality before, I am really not eager to go there again.
But here, we have a dilemma. If I continue to be numb to my ever growing anxiety about life, my life as we all know it will eventually crash and burn (and the way things are going at the moment this is likely to occur sooner than later). But how to actually make anything happen, get anything done, without becoming that terrified little girl in the closet.
There are a couple of problems at the moment that I see...
#1 Nobody knows that I feel this way. I am the master at hiding behind a semi-cheerfull face the never ending screaming that goes on in my head when I am in full tilt anxiety mode (I am so good at this that I have now learned to hide it even from myself, see aforementioned numbness)
#2 I suck at asking for help. Most of the time I don't even know what kind of help to ask for. I am the kind of person who probably believes (cause most of the time I don't want to admit that I believe this) that if you want something done you do it yourself (notice I didn't even put in the done right part) So often I feel that if I can't get it done, there is no point in asking other people because it can't be done. A defeatist attitude I know, but it's what I am currently stuck with.
#3 I don't know how to prioritize. This is mainly due to the fact that I feel all my current problems are ALL priorities. Which of course defeats the whole purpose of prioritizing, because they MUST come in some type of order. I just don't know where to put what. Money, school, move. School, move, money. Move, money, school. ????? I kinda feel right now that ONE of them has to go. Now the move can't be put off, so obviously it is a priority. I guess money and school can be put off, but again this would involve resolving my issues with problem #2.
#4 I am having serious issue with the idea that everything really will be OK. Normally I am really good at this, the whole trust in the universe stuff. I don't what it is about right now, but I just can't believe that I will be ok. Enter anxiety, enter little screaming girl in a closet (who also has issues telling people how she really feels, asking for help, and an inability to prioritize). See, isn't she totally fucked, or what???
Gosh, least I still have my sense of humor.

1 Comments:

Blogger finamacDonell said...

darling heart . . . you're publishing, aren't you? That in itself is a form of dealing with, asking for, looking at . . . coping.
big changes leave big scary holes in the universe . . . and some of them are unfillable and some of them will vanish and some of them will overflow with new and joyous stuff.
i know you know. i know intimately that deadlines are sometimes so tantilizingly galvanizing that we wait for them . . . create them . . .so mindnumbingly frighteningly insurmountable seeming that we seem to be able to only watch in horror as they approach. i often wait and wait to do something i'm frightened of . . . wait and wait until there is not enough time, really . . . and then if it all fucks up and i fail, it's kind of all right because there wasn't enough time . . . even though i know that i cut the time short myself.
tangled i know.
so, dearest procrastinating screaming tv-dependent person . . . practical organizing active passionate person . . . don't shake yourself too hard . . . that truck will be at the door any moment, but you'll get it all done in one big dancing prop-blam. Just throw on the Ashley McIssac.
much love and taurean stubbornness.
f.

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