Let's call it...dignified whining
I didn't want to write another whiny post, but sometimes it's unavoidable.
I'd like to think of these downers as somewhat dignified, if not understandable and somewhat legitimate.
In general, I find myself rather frustrated with my life. Not "my life" in its entirety, mind you, but generally....this word pretty much covers it. I feel disconnected from a lot of people most of the time, from myself, and stuck in trivial day to day tasks without a 'bigger picture' perspective about myself and what I can do.
Maybe it's a communication thing. Maybe it's an 'outlet' thing. Or maybe its perfectly normal and to-be-expected post-college behavior.
Nevertheless, sometimes its difficult to not let these things tie me to a place of dismay and slight-terror. The kind you feel before the free fall of a roller coaster, minus the excitement and junkfood. Unlike that painfully slow and often nauseating incline where you tell yourself not to look down and that it'll be awesome, I don't see it leading to a quick and steady 'break'.
I want the wind in my hair, the surge of adrenaline, and the satisfaction.
I'm not sure what to do, other than stick to my gut about the things I am sure of. All I can do is keep chugging up that incline.
I'd like to think of these downers as somewhat dignified, if not understandable and somewhat legitimate.
In general, I find myself rather frustrated with my life. Not "my life" in its entirety, mind you, but generally....this word pretty much covers it. I feel disconnected from a lot of people most of the time, from myself, and stuck in trivial day to day tasks without a 'bigger picture' perspective about myself and what I can do.
Maybe it's a communication thing. Maybe it's an 'outlet' thing. Or maybe its perfectly normal and to-be-expected post-college behavior.
Nevertheless, sometimes its difficult to not let these things tie me to a place of dismay and slight-terror. The kind you feel before the free fall of a roller coaster, minus the excitement and junkfood. Unlike that painfully slow and often nauseating incline where you tell yourself not to look down and that it'll be awesome, I don't see it leading to a quick and steady 'break'.
I want the wind in my hair, the surge of adrenaline, and the satisfaction.
I'm not sure what to do, other than stick to my gut about the things I am sure of. All I can do is keep chugging up that incline.
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