Things I have thunk

[nny]

* There is no narrative. This is it.

* You need to think about what makes you happy. Happy, not what feels good.

* Who am I when I'm not who I thought I was?

* Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

* What is there to love? Not in a cruel way, but in a 'all you do is whine' way. What is there to love in that? Need to be a happy first.

* How do people know how to make change? It feels like a secret no one's telling.

* Had my first sex dream. At 30. THIRTY. Significance: I never ever ever imagine myself as part of sex because ISSUES; I was part of the sex. Step forward?

* (Yes, my fantasies do not involve me ever. Even in my imagination that is inconceivable).

* The world makes no sense. The world makes no sense. The world in which I live MAKES NO FUCKING SENSE.

* I don't even know what my dreams are, how the hell would I go about chasing them? Head down, making money, bulling through, independent, misery misery misery.

* I was happier.

Comments

[vivien]

Those are some pretty serious thunks, lady.

I send you hugs.

[in_the_blue]

Sometime's it's easier to think about what makes us happy or happier in this moment, because it's the little and seemingly inconsequential moments all strung together that make for happier days. Put together, given time, they paint a portrait of happiness for each individual.

But I don't know if they'll make the world make sense.