for some stupid reason, i got into a major head funk earlier this afternoon, pretty much right before my mother showed up. it was so mentally debilitating that i had to really, really put some effort into put myself into a reasonable headspace lest i ruin the holiday.
the only parallel i can draw about this is via a cartoon from the tom and jerry peeps. there's a scene in one of them featuring a curtained stage, and as it rises you see a totally curvy, hot, va va va voom female body revealed. once it reaches the neck, however, there's a total ugly hag face that sends the main character into screaming fits and rapidly exiting stage right in little puffs of dust.
that is my brain right now. my brain and reality often clash, and sadly reality is a bit less flexible and nasty. i am finding myself having do deal with a few issues because big bad reality has my brain's arm twisted behind its back and screaming "THIS IS IT, BITCH" in its ear.
and it's shit i don't want to accept, because it is shit that makes me very sad with sparse chunks of self loathing and defeat.
i am unsure of what to do. i took the temporary solution of working out tonight.
spring has officially arrived with the meanderings of one really, really large raccoon in my backyard. there are raccoon noseprints on my patio door glass, and i can hear him whooping it up in the woods as i type this.
i have named him shithead.