Saturday Night Blues

Ever have one of those days where you feel pretty terrible about yourself? Like you are too fat, and kind of a bitch and your refrigerator is gross and everyone knows that you are actually lazy? *sigh* I hate those days.

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About Annamelle

I split my time between homeschooling and writing a novel. I'm interested in and inspired by fairy tales, Jung, Buddhism, myths, architecture, nature, etiquette, hidden histories, dreams, Emerson, old books, Gaiman, and legends. "Make the most of yourself....for that is all there is of you." — Emerson

Posted on July 2, 2011, in body, mind hacks, questions. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. I call those days cocoon worthy. Pull the shades, wear your pajamas all day, eat ice cream right of the carton days. I think we all have them. I like to believe it’s our brain’s way of telling us to take a day off. It’s not lazy, it’s mental health! The self-loathing is just a attention getter, not a true definition of our character. I also tend to channel a little Scarlet O’Hara from my sofa cocoon and remember tomorrow is another day….I’ll (you’ll) do better tomorrow. 🙂

  2. Thank you KellyO. That is a nice way to look at it. Very self-comforting. I like that.

    I went for a walk and saw a bajillion fireflies alighting from the lawn at the grassy park down the block. It was gorgeous. It made me feel happy just to see them and it brought me out of myself and my own insecurities a bit. I hope this feeling sticks with me.

  3. I wish I could send you a picture of my refrigerator, but I think that would only make you think worse of me and do nothing for you.

    “The self-loathing is just a attention getter, not a true definition of our character.” — I think that is brilliant. Kind of like labor pains — ouch, this hurts enough that I have to stop what I’m doing and take care of myself.

    The firefly therapy is also brilliant. Glad it helped.

  4. When I feel that way I watch Pale Blue Dot by Carl Sagan on YouTube. It makes me feel insignificant, and strangely enough, I find that comforting.

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