Musings #018

Today was a day off and I seemed to be consumed with negative thoughts through the day.

Today was such a weird day. Barely uttered any words. Slept and ate. A lot of time wasted on social media platforms like Reddit and Instagram.

Room is a mess but didn’t clean it up. Watched a movie that was slightly disturbing (Luckiest Girl Alive on Netflix). Pondered and worried about my increasing weight, saw the pictures over the last one year and how I am changing.

Recalled an incident from the past where a lady was rude in particular.

Should have gone to sleep but decided to take a bath at 2 am while reading Slyvia Plath’s Bell Jar. For those of you who don’t know, the protagonist is undergoing mental health issues and I ended up reading the part where she is contemplating cutting off her wrists in a warm bath. Major eye roll moment. Got a little freaked out. Saw a few pictures of my partner who is away at the moment to comfort myself. Decided not to read any further.

Now ending this bummer of a day with a blog post.

Adios!

Grey

Some days, it hurts a little more. And some days, I don’t feel like getting out of the bed.

A bad dream started my day on a bad note. I was perturbed for the rest of the day, without an explanation. I remained quiet, no outbursts. A snarky remark here and there, but no outbursts. And then, the feeling spiralled down to worse. With me having no hold of it.

And my day is ending badly too. Restless, annoyed, angry at something. I am a bit worried about the future. I am a little unsatisfied with the present. Stuck with a pertinent thought that’s not ready to leave me. Ignoring it, brushing it under the rug, facing it. The feeling doesn’t go away. It just wouldn’t. I can tell it’s getting better over time, but something innocent is ruined. It upsets me a lot.

I wouldn’t think about it for days and then bam it would hit me. The worse side-effect of this is that I have started disregarding the way people feel. I am becoming a little mean because I have started to believe that everyone is selfish. No deed is selfless. Kindness is layered too.

Being a person who endorses colors, I am hating this shade of grey.