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Originally Posted by maleficent
... I just went into stress overload, and reached the point where I didn't care about anything anymore... It just didn't matter.... How much sympathy and empathy can a person muster?
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My jaw hurts. Mal just took the words out of my mouth.
My GAFF (Give-A-Fuck-Factor) is frighteningly low the past couple of weeks. Ratbastid told me that everything changes; I applied for a civvie job; I'm just kind of going through the motions lately.
I think I need a good life-threatening moment to wake me up and make me feel alive! Oh, how many times have I thought "I hope this is the last time I am about to die..." and yet here I am, so numb to everything I am bumping into things.
Remember the Monkeysphere, people! I cannot relate to what some poor bastard is doing in traffic in texas, trying to get out of the way.
I am officially in stress overload, and I think I need to hold Mal's hand and take a walk in a really pretty park. I found a place last weekend that will be absolutely breathtaking for a canoe trip. The leaves are changing, the tourists are gone, I am daydreaming about it now.
I met a guy from Texas once. He was a really nice guy. His name was Mitch, and he lived in Point Blank, Texas. I will never forget that name. How appropriate, I thought. He called himself a liberal (a dirty word in Texas, I found out) and the more we talked, the more I realized just how conservative Texas must be for him to describe himself as a Liberal.