Tonight's Poet Corner: Introspection
Oh, my God. Guys. Guys. Guys.
Someone get me out of my town for a bit.
Someone take me to the beach or to a national park so we can hike or just to a café in the middle of nowhere for a chai tea or a hot cocoa.
Someone grab a guitar while I play mandolin so we can just improvise and sing adlibbed lyrics that may or may not be nonsensical.
Someone cook a meal with me. Someone go on a day-long road trip with me to the coast. Someone get me to try a food or beverage I've never tried or I swear I hate but maybe need to try again. Someone get me to explore. Someone encourage me to do a reading of my work. Someone dare me to go to a thrift shop and blindly pick an outfit to wear because why not it's adventurous isn't it?!
Someone just please, please force me out of this bubble of stress and craziness and ridiculously high expectations and drama and frustration because look. I like my job. I like teaching. I like working on projects. I like writing. But I feel like I've been stuffed in a box with sharp corners, and if I jostle ever so slightly, I will zapped by some sort of invisible force field or something!
Just. Give. Me. A Mental. Break. Please.
I miss that.
I miss seeing friends. I miss making music. I miss acting and making stupid jokes and hanging out on the roofs of parking lots. I miss being in my early twenties and feeling like I was an explorer just by driving through cities in Southern California. I miss movie nights with running commentary. I miss playing video games with people. Actual people. I miss that.
I miss a lot of things. I like what I have, don't get me wrong. It's just...you know...different. And I need a break. And my poor, beleaguered wife can't be the only one who should have to deal with my shenanigans. I swear, my shenanigans are fun!
Anyway. This has been your whiny, "Pay attention to meeeeeeeee!" introspection of the month. I hope you enjoyed it. I know I did.
At least it's autumn.
Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.
Someone get me out of my town for a bit.
Someone take me to the beach or to a national park so we can hike or just to a café in the middle of nowhere for a chai tea or a hot cocoa.
Someone grab a guitar while I play mandolin so we can just improvise and sing adlibbed lyrics that may or may not be nonsensical.
Someone cook a meal with me. Someone go on a day-long road trip with me to the coast. Someone get me to try a food or beverage I've never tried or I swear I hate but maybe need to try again. Someone get me to explore. Someone encourage me to do a reading of my work. Someone dare me to go to a thrift shop and blindly pick an outfit to wear because why not it's adventurous isn't it?!
Someone just please, please force me out of this bubble of stress and craziness and ridiculously high expectations and drama and frustration because look. I like my job. I like teaching. I like working on projects. I like writing. But I feel like I've been stuffed in a box with sharp corners, and if I jostle ever so slightly, I will zapped by some sort of invisible force field or something!
Just. Give. Me. A Mental. Break. Please.
I miss that.
I miss seeing friends. I miss making music. I miss acting and making stupid jokes and hanging out on the roofs of parking lots. I miss being in my early twenties and feeling like I was an explorer just by driving through cities in Southern California. I miss movie nights with running commentary. I miss playing video games with people. Actual people. I miss that.
I miss a lot of things. I like what I have, don't get me wrong. It's just...you know...different. And I need a break. And my poor, beleaguered wife can't be the only one who should have to deal with my shenanigans. I swear, my shenanigans are fun!
Anyway. This has been your whiny, "Pay attention to meeeeeeeee!" introspection of the month. I hope you enjoyed it. I know I did.
At least it's autumn.
Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.
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