Easily Bruised

This blog entry brought to you by feelings of annoyance.
My heart hurts. Not in the mental or emotional heart broken way, but in the physical “could I be having a heart attack” kind of way. I know what you’re thinking, “Why are you writing this? Go to a doctor stupid.” I’ve felt this before though. It happens when I let my feelings & thoughts get the best of me. Boy, are they getting the best of me right now.
And all because of one friend who we will call Debbie Downer.
Debbie Downer probably didn’t mean to be buzz kill.
Debbie Downer probably thought they were being nice & looking out for me.
Debbie Downer made me want to punch them in the face.
Can you tell, I’m really annoyed with Debbie Downer right now?
I’m trying very hard to “breathe in, breathe out, move on” but all I want to do is stew in my annoyance, find Debbie, and really put a good hurting on them because of the hurt they put on me. (I’ll state Debbie has not physically hurt me, more mentally than anything)
The thing that probably annoys me the most is that my annoyance about what happened directly makes writing a certain project very hard. I guess though that I can take all this emotion I’m feeling and shove it into the story. I know I will write it into the story. It will now change the outcome of the story.
I don’t share a lot of what I’m thinking or feeling with friends or family because of things happening like this. Like the blog title says “easily bruised,” that’s me. I bruise easily. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. When I bruise, my writing bruises.
The story now has a bruise. My once excited state of mind to write it is now bruised.
As a writer, my imagination is my own world. It belongs to me. It is run by me, but every now and then the outside world does come crashing in & makes a mess of it all.
A tornado of reality really does wipe out a beautiful and peaceful imagination in seconds.
Listening to “Embrace Me” by Greg Laswell