Crazy January 30, 2013
Posted by indigobunting in Uncategorized.trackback
I can’t even tell you what’s been going on in my life lately because it’s crazy, and it’s the kind of crazy you can’t talk about, the family crazy, the crazy that goes way way back, probably before I was born, the crazy that just kept going, a crazy that made (in my opinion) bad decisions and alienated me early on, the kind of crazy that I could never get a handle on because it felt so foreign, but it was related to me—how could it be related to me?—the kind of crazy that will never get better but becomes more itself and stronger until at last you’re looking at a crazy situation that didn’t have to be and it brings up all this crazy stuff from way way back from way back from not so far back from right now and you try to be as nice as you can about it while your anger smolders (barely) beneath the surface because to what possible good could showing anger do at this point anyway and it is just all so very very sad.
Are you ok? That posting was a real downer. EXISTENTIAL Anguish?
Oh, yikes, just reading this made me a little crazy. Maybe screaming loudly, even if it’s to an empty room, would clear the air a bit?
I feel my hands on your keyboard here. I hope everything is ok soon.
Even when surrounded by crazy, you manage to write beautifully. Sending hugs across an ocean and a continent.