Do you ever get totally freakin' out of whack? That's me right now (more so than usual). Don't get me wrong; I'm not complaining. I'm just noticing that I'm out of whack.
It should be no surprise considering that I quite intentionally blew up every bit of stability in my life. Hell, I quit my job, gave up my apartment, and hit the road for 12 glorious days. But oddly enough, it doesn't bother me that none of the house keys on my key ring are to my own place. During our trip when I bought a cool wall hanging in Arizona, Lori teased me by exclaiming, "You don't have a wall!" And with every fridge magnet I bought she reminded me, "You don't have a refrigerator!"
No, the fact that I'm mooching off my dear friends and have no real source of income isn't what's setting me out of whack. I think it's the fact that since I've been here in Albany, I've been watching more of the news.
There's ugly shit going on.
God knows you could call me a million names, and "Bird Lover" wouldn't make the cut. But even I am repulsed by the images we're seeing from the disaster in the Gulf.
Yes, I'm actually feeling sorry for birds. Jesus H, what a friggin' mess. I mean, where would you start? You have to wonder how much more those poor people in Louisiana can endure.
The whole thing is overwhelming. I feel like a helpless asshole. Helpless because I'm at a loss as to what I can possibly do to make the situation better, and an asshole because I'm the kind of person who starts whining when CVS discontinues my favorite shade of lipstick.
Have you ever read Louise Hay's You Can Heal Your Life? It's a classic in the metaphysical world. She says to never watch the news; it can only bring you down. No shit. But is it okay to simply ignore world events and live in your own wonderful world? Some kind of atrocity is happening at any given moment and the reality is there's not a goddamn thing you can do about it. Is it better just not to know?
See? This is what's sending me out of whack. I'm completely overwhelmed.
Well, this is the first time I've ever posted a picture of a bird on this blog. And also the first time I've posted a photo of myself and my sisters playing bingo.
That's our youngest sister, Stacie. Lori and I stopped in on her last Friday night on our last night on the road and caught a bingo game at the local firehouse in Fairfax, Virginia.
That was in the good old days before I started getting caught up in Anderson Cooper.
How about you? Does the news make you mental, too?