Sunday, September 24, 2006
I've got the blues
I've got the blues (ta na na nana)
I've got the blues (ta na na nana)
I've got the "I'm-feeling-miserable-with-my-life-and-I-don't-know-what-I'm-gonna-do" blues.
Ta na na nana...
Or something... I don't remember from which show I got this. Maybe "Married with Children". Doesn't matter.
New Jewish year. Blah.
I feel like I need to get things off my chest, but I just feel so... blah. I don't know why I'm feeling like this. Maybe it's because I'm not sleeping well. But that only brings up the question "why can't I sleep?", and I'm still nowhere near finding an answer for that one. So in short - blah.
I've got the blues (ta na na nana)
I've got the "I'm-feeling-miserable-with-my-life-and-I-don't-know-what-I'm-gonna-do" blues.
Ta na na nana...
Or something... I don't remember from which show I got this. Maybe "Married with Children". Doesn't matter.
New Jewish year. Blah.
I feel like I need to get things off my chest, but I just feel so... blah. I don't know why I'm feeling like this. Maybe it's because I'm not sleeping well. But that only brings up the question "why can't I sleep?", and I'm still nowhere near finding an answer for that one. So in short - blah.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
They like me. They really like me
I have a confession to make to all the people reading this blog. All three of you or so. I have another blog. I'm sorry, but I didn't want you to find out from someone else. This is why I've been neglecting you a bit.
Aaaaaanyway, I wrote about some TV show, and got quite a boost of readers, because who wouldn't want to read about some TV show, right? Along with comments came an intersting email (made me feel very good about creating a new Gmail account for it). I'm not sure I understand it correctly, but I've been offered to write a blog in an online version of a newspaper in Israel. That's... odd. I'm flattered, but I have no idea how to deal with this. I have encountered something that I never thought would happen to me, and I'm stumped.
I needed to get this off my chest, but I couldn't write it in that blog, now could I?
EDIT - I forgot to write that this is not a writing "job", I won't be getting paid. I'll just get read.
Aaaaaanyway, I wrote about some TV show, and got quite a boost of readers, because who wouldn't want to read about some TV show, right? Along with comments came an intersting email (made me feel very good about creating a new Gmail account for it). I'm not sure I understand it correctly, but I've been offered to write a blog in an online version of a newspaper in Israel. That's... odd. I'm flattered, but I have no idea how to deal with this. I have encountered something that I never thought would happen to me, and I'm stumped.
I needed to get this off my chest, but I couldn't write it in that blog, now could I?
EDIT - I forgot to write that this is not a writing "job", I won't be getting paid. I'll just get read.
They like me. They really like me
I have a confession to make to all the people reading this blog. All three of you or so. I have another blog. I'm sorry, but I didn't want you to find out from someone else. This is why I've been neglecting you a bit.
Aaaaaanyway, I wrote about some TV show, and got quite a boost of readers, because who wouldn't want to read about some TV show, right? Along with comments came an intersting email (made me feel very good about creating a new Gmail account for it). I'm not sure I understand it correctly, but I've been offered to write a blog in an online version of a newspaper in Israel. That's... odd. I'm flattered, but I have no idea how to deal with this. I have encountered something that I never thought would happen to me, and I'm stumped.
I needed to get this off my chest, but I couldn't write it in that blog, now could I?
Aaaaaanyway, I wrote about some TV show, and got quite a boost of readers, because who wouldn't want to read about some TV show, right? Along with comments came an intersting email (made me feel very good about creating a new Gmail account for it). I'm not sure I understand it correctly, but I've been offered to write a blog in an online version of a newspaper in Israel. That's... odd. I'm flattered, but I have no idea how to deal with this. I have encountered something that I never thought would happen to me, and I'm stumped.
I needed to get this off my chest, but I couldn't write it in that blog, now could I?
Monday, September 04, 2006
Dreams
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Alone in a crowd
The only thing worse than being alone, is being alone while being surrounded by people. If you have no one around you to talk to, it's depressing. If you have people to talk to, but none of them can really understand what you're going through, that's terrible. You start to think "what good all of these people are if they can't help me when I need them the most?"
I'm in one of those moods again. I need to talk to someone. I'm going through the phonebook on my cell phone, and so far nothing. I have names there that I should just delete. I have people there from the military, and yesterday was four years since I was discharged. Some of those people I haven't seen even longer than four years. I came across the phone number in my dorm room. I almost deleted it, but just couldn't. I don't think I want to remove this link to someplace else. I liked my dorms, despite everything. It was my place. It was my sanctuary. Removing this link to something that was so good to me is a bad idea. Especially now. I need to feel safe, secure, protected. I need someone to hold me and say "it'll all be all right, you'll see." But I have nobody like that. My parents can't understand what I'm going through. Neither can my grandmothers. My two best friends haven't dealt with things like that. My other friends simply won't get it.
The number directly after the dorms room is a psychologist I went to years ago. A part of me wants to visit him again, to have a neutral party listen to me. The other part remembers that he didn't help that much back then.
"Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again"
- Simon & Garfunkel, The Sound of Silence
I'm in one of those moods again. I need to talk to someone. I'm going through the phonebook on my cell phone, and so far nothing. I have names there that I should just delete. I have people there from the military, and yesterday was four years since I was discharged. Some of those people I haven't seen even longer than four years. I came across the phone number in my dorm room. I almost deleted it, but just couldn't. I don't think I want to remove this link to someplace else. I liked my dorms, despite everything. It was my place. It was my sanctuary. Removing this link to something that was so good to me is a bad idea. Especially now. I need to feel safe, secure, protected. I need someone to hold me and say "it'll all be all right, you'll see." But I have nobody like that. My parents can't understand what I'm going through. Neither can my grandmothers. My two best friends haven't dealt with things like that. My other friends simply won't get it.
The number directly after the dorms room is a psychologist I went to years ago. A part of me wants to visit him again, to have a neutral party listen to me. The other part remembers that he didn't help that much back then.
"Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again"
- Simon & Garfunkel, The Sound of Silence
