You ever have one of those days where you feel so hideous you don’t want to leave the house? Where you are concerned your butt won’t fit through the car door? Those days when even the thought of the gym scares you, with all the coiffed and flower-scented barbies? Those days that make you want to crawl back into bed before you’ve left it?
One of those days when you know you must, absolutely must, go to the gym, and do your class, and pretend that everyone around you isn’t prettier or better or thinner or more flower-scented than you. One of those days when you really honestly could sleep all day and then all night and wake up the next morning and decide, yeah, you really could use another day of sleep.
One of those rare days when you indulge in second and third helpings of self-pity and self-loathing, knowing realistically that “this too shall pass” but hating it while it’s here anyway. Days when you think you’d better double your prescribed mgs of Zoloft or call a friend for lunch, but realize you don’t have any friends available for lunch, dinner, OR coffee because everyone you know and love works. Days when you hate the previous sentence you wrote because it is so entirely lame and pitiable and if you read it on someone else’s blog, you’d say, “Dude, you really need to get a grip.”
I’m having one of those days.
Or the women you REALLY would like to have lunch/coffee/dinner with live on the other side of the frickin’ country? I wish you lived in this town, or I lived in yours.
Yes! I have had plenty of them. You know darn well that if I lived anywhere near you, we’d be out right now laughing out big asses off. I’d tell you to call me, but on those days, I know I don’t really want to talk to anyone. Just keep in mind that I think that you are a beautiful, smart, funny, all around fantastic person! This will pass
Yes. I’m HAVING one of those days. Shoulda emailed me and I woulda made it to lunch. Coulda used it, too. Sigh… blah… you promise this will pass?
I guess me, you and Jenn could have just shared a comforter then, because I’m having one of those days too…and though I wished I could have crawled right back into bed, I didn’t. I went to the gym anyway. And now I’m even grumpier. Perhaps Wednesday is our day?
Most definitely. It seems like you always feel alone the most when you need someone there the most. I’m there in spirit!
We all have them, unfortunately. But it’s nice to know we aren’t alone when it happens!
...and you’ve just described my week. Sorry you’re having one of those days Cristina. It’s a crappy thing to have to go through. Especially alone. I really hope you start feeling better soon.