Let’s just get this out of the way. If a mood ring had fingers, would it wear a mood ring? From there it’s just inception. Like standing between two mirrors.
Hey. I’m feeling moody. Maybe it’s a writer thing, but I’m all over the place. I just haven’t been able to write any good fiction in weeks. It all reads like tweets from the guy in your MFA – “The Christmas tree was wrapped in cheap tinsel and glitter, gaudy as a whore. It was dying, slowly. We all were.” #GAAAAAAH
This week alone, I’ve experienced about 80 shades of happiness and 103 hues of sad. Anger has come in, “slow seethe,” “death rattle” and “GAAAAAAAH” and that’s not even half of them. But the funny thing is, I express all my emotions (except “GAAAAAAAH”) like Norman Reedus peering out a window, wine in his used iced coffee cup.
I just keep reminding myself that a mood swing that has swung will swing again, swimmingly, and much like Norman Reedus, I will live to ride another day on multiple AMC channels.
THE END
*Other shades of anger: “Here’s Johnny!” and “Wrath of Zeus.”
**Other shades of sadness: “It hurts so good” and “Baby hippos.”
***Other shades of happiness: “Soy sauce” and “Library dreams.”
I have anxiety, depression and BPD… some days my mood swings change by the minute. Every minute is an adventure when you hang out with me! Lol
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Yesss. I relate so hard! Just keep swinging ❤
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