My feelings are all out of wack y'all. Things that would break down any sane person, I react to with a mere, meh. I don't know if I'm up to my limit in fucks given, but my blood pressure hasn't risen once in response to all the stunts going on around me. I'm not bragging about my lack of emotions, in fact I'm nervous. I joke all the time about being evil, am I turning into a super villain? Often I found myself sitting and plotting. Thinking long term about vengeance that I think is due to me. Dramatic much? Yes, yes and yes.
But I wonder also if my calmness about everything that's happening is simply my spirit at peace. What if my whole being decided to stop fighting and accept the outcomes. I would like to think that's it.
This blog entry is vague. I know that. But I have reporters in my life who like to spread my business like interns (unpaid) newscasters. So I gave just enough to get this off my mind, and just a little so you won't know what the hell I was talking about.
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*sings* I know you think this blog is about you, don't yoooooou
-Toodles
Mother of three reporting about every other day life. Legggggooooo.
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