Yup that’s a pretty accurate visual…flimsy thread wrapped precariously around a cold metal orb… suspended…waiting for the slightest breeze to jostle it. The flick of a finger that can’t help but send it flying from it’s dormant state like a piñata after a candy hungry toddler finally makes solid contact. Sometimes it’s dangling presence is like a well placed piece of modern art. Many stop and ponder it’s beauty but more often then not move on not really “getting it.” Other times it’s more similar to that of school yard bully that mocks a smaller child by swiping something from them and holding it just out of reach.
This macabre post brought to you by another insomnia fueled manic episode. Que the sad people with dark clouds following them around commercials that by the end the people are suddenly giddy to be making peanut butter sandwiches or dusting bookshelves. Yay happy pills! Now even mundane crap is enjoyable thank you ProLoftYmbaltAtrin!! No I’m not railing on meds…I know they help, for the most part — No this isn’t a cry for help, I don’t know what this is..maybe it’s that. Who knows, but I do know that if I am lucid enough to ramble on and click publish I must be capable of seeking out something that will make that pendulum swing easier to tolerate.
Hell you can read my mood swings in the pages of this blog….weeks in a row of nothing but controlled, routine, orderly posts that chronicled weekend escapades or upcoming weekly meal plans…followed by post after post of rants and “poor always screwed over me” diatribes. Random religious graspings sprinkled throughout…and then right back to the methodical thoughtfully crafted but restrained posts.
So with that self psychoanalysis….Meal Plan Monday will return this weekend 