I Wish the Real world would just stop hassling me

Have you ever had a time when everything as well as nothing was going on in your life? Well that's what I'm going through. I kinda wish that I could go to my Happy Place for a while but my Happy Place is so far away and besides I don't think my roommate would all me to lie in my bed all day in the fetal position...Though it sounds sooo good to me at this point and time. Now wait, before you pick up the phone and call the men with the cute white jackets, relax. I used to go through this a lot when I was a grad student and working full time. This is my, "Hmmm...Something is wrong with me but I don't feel like admitting what it is." Sounds crazy? Well yes it is! It's very crazy...But it's my craziness and I'll deal with it thank you...LOL.

Today I go so upset over something so little and as much as I tried to calm my body down, it kept tensing up...So I did the one thing that would cure me of my harsh emotions....I put in a sad movie and I cried out my frustrations. Sounds odd? Try it, it works. I guess it's a chick thing, but all I knew was after the movie, I was stuffed up...My eyes were swollen, but I felt better...A little bit moody (hence my ability to do this blog) but better.

I guess it's my time to be trapped in my thoughts. That way no one can bother me at all. I stare at my cell phone when it rings, check the messages after, and then I go on from there. Still wish I can go to my Happy Place...But it might scare Kel as well as some of my friends who expect me to be their rock at all times. Well you know what? If you take a rock and drip water down on that rock and the same spot...Guess what? That rock is going to change it's shape. I don't know...It might even break. But am I breaking? Hmmm...I don't think so. If I were breaking do you really think I would be talking to you all about this? NOPE. Hmmm....Happy Place.

When I was in the hospital because of my broken ankle I used to get morphine and demorall (spelling?) all of the time. All I knew was when they were injected in me, the walls would begin to sprout flowers and the ground began to grow grass. The next thing you know it, I was running through a meadow. No one bothered me and my ankle was healed...Shoot I was frolicking though that field so I'm pretty sure my ankle was healed! But I liked that place. I would wake up to find myself in a hospital with a doctor looking me or a nurse forcing me to get out of bed. Hmmm...Happy Place. I would really like to be there. Just for a while...To borrow a line from Matchbox 20:

I wish the real world would just stop hassling me

What's wrong, you ask? C'mon, do you really think I would tell you? The purpose of this blog isn't to beg for sympathy or to allow a question and answer period. It's just me...Letting my blog juices flow (LOL...Jason) to give me a chance to start processing what the devil is going on inside of my noggin' because until I do that...This will be my mood...My Happy Place will be my dream....And the real world will be my nightmare. Hmmm...That last line could be a poem if I felt like writing one...LOL.

Hmmm...Happy Place.

Until then readers...

Love, Peace, and Hair Grease


P.S. I would apologize for the tone of this blog, but I don't feel like it. Sounds harsh...yea I know. Happy Place...