I have been struggling lately with a set of strong, but thankfully intermittant, feelings.
I have had a hard time pinning down the exact nature of the feeling, but I think I’ve decided that its rooted in a sense of being disconnected. This disconnectedness is then followed by knock-on sentiments you’d expect, like sadness and lonliness. I’ve spent a lot of time on this. On me. Taking a soak with the feeling; considering it, processing it, attempting to engage it in conversation. I’ve spent so much time on it, on me, that it’s sort of become self-feeding. To really feel the feelings takes time. Without balance, the new allocation of time to focus on self could see me forsaking the very folks from whom I’m feeling disconnected.
I also suspect these feelings are not entirely rooted in reality. Meaning, I’m probably not as disconnected as I feel… yet, for whatever reason, I’m feeling it. Worse, I get obstinate when feeling particularly disconnected, and have even caught myself withdrawing further from the very things I feel disconnected from out of of some self-pity or spite. Makes for a neat little negatively reinforcing feedback-loop, doesn’t it?
Writing about it helps me remember that I’m most likely over-thinking it, and that it’s also probably not as real as it feels.
Also written on this day...
- sorry tumbling jumble - 2010
- dedicated to naked women - 2007
- i'm lovin' on ya - 2006
- high-jumping with a motorcycle - 2005
- to narrowly avoid divorce - 2004