I’m trying desperately hard not to get depressed.
March 20th is the first day of Spring!
And before you go and get all WHATEVER about a statement like that… just put yourself on pause. I am fully aware of how ridiculous I sound. I am fully aware of the fact that I don’t have any reason AT ALL to even begin to feel upset about, well… ANYTHING. The likes of me are quite absurd. But despite the cold and snow, the winter… the short days… the price of Walt Disney World… the lack of design projects…. the complete waste of time it is to read, let alone, write this blog… Despite all of these daily things, I am hypocritically happy to announce that I have no business even gazing at thoughts of unhappiness. And UGH – listen to me whining! It’s a damn good thing that none of it is my fault, even though it totally is… hormonally speaking.
Yesterday I decided that I was going to make a delicious fruit salad that I had seen on television… Blueberries, mango and pomegranate… There was more to it, but I’m not going into all of the other ingredients… Because, I have given you the major game players — the rest was really juice and garnish. Yes, I know that the taste couldn’t rely alone on blueberries, mango and pomegranate… You know what? It was some Nigella thing — but not the show, more like an infomercial… Whatever. That doesn’t mean that it was going to suck… Look, is there anything else, because I’d really like to get to the point, ok?
ANYWAY, I was so stoked that I was finding it hard to contain my inner geek. I mean really. Is this what it’s become? FRUIT? Give me a month of snow and Thomas the Train afternoons and all reality seeps through the cracks in my brain? What? What about INTERESTS? What about TRYING? What about BLOWING IT ALL OFF? But no. FRUIT was the task at hand and I was shot. Gone. Lost to the winds of those girls in college that used to GO GET ‘EM. Running for office while looking for crafts to fill up study breaks and the occasional splurging on a new CRAZY hair color. YAY! and Ew. They hated me. And when my eyes filled up with tears due to the lack of pomegranate availability on the Eastern End of Long Island it became clear — I had finally snapped.
I cried about fruit and the lack-thereof, AND I’ve felt like crying all day. All day while it snowed and we made snowmen — they just looked so ordinary — who loves a typical snowman?… Tears burning behind my eyes as Wow Wow Wubbzy AGAIN fails to see the humor in Captain Underpants… Burning as I type this and realize how unsatisfying it is to know who and not what Wubbzy is… And how in a few short hours I’ll be asleep — trying to dream about things that aren’t going to make me cry… like bananas and apples or other readily available fruit. Because THAT is the topic of urgency these days, people… so while I self-medicate on nothing, hold tight… this too shall pass.
I take offense…this blog is totally worth you writing and me reading it. So *sticks tongue out*…OH I hope that didn’t make you cry too.
I have days like that and I don’t have any excuse as good as being pregnant.
I cried over killing a house fly once. But not having any pomegranites is a damn shame because that fruit salad sounds divine.
Your post totally resonated with me today. I feel like I am losing my mind. Perhaps it is the snow? I mean, yesterday while you were getting all jazzed over fruit salad I was positively giddy that I found out it was National Irish Coffee Day. Seriously. Today is day number 3 stuck in the house with a teething, wild, stir crazy toddler and I feel like I am this close to a breakdown. So, I guess I am trying to tell you that you are not alone sister. Oh, and those crafty girls in college hated me as well. So, we got that in common too!
I know how it feels to be teetering on the edge of a mood plunge and fixate on that ONE THING, the holy grail that’s going to rescue you and keep you sane for one more day.
And I know how it feels to sit on the stairs and cry because you can’t find your favorite pair of socks.
I sat down in the chair last week upon returning home from work, looked around at the kitchen and dining room and cried because dinner was ready and the table was set. I was upset because they had managed to get everything ready and prepared and not once had they needed or even wanted to call me for help or instructions. No pregnancy, hormonal changes, or even major weather fluctuations here. I’m just mental. Feel free to share the rest of the recipe though.
This? Yeah um. This is probably why I decided I needed to make handmade ukulele cases. I um…might need an intervention.
I feel like I cry about everything these days. That doesn’t sound silly to me. WHERE is spring? Maybe we all just need spring.
Sounds like all us women can totally relate to this post. I was feeling like this yesterday. The snow, a cold coming on, just got my period, the dog bouncing off the walls and me not wanting to take him for a walk in 20 degree weather. I hit the wall. So, I just sat down and breathed. Hugged my puppy and tried to laugh. Did it make it better? Not much but maybe a little.
It’s either this propensity to crying or rage. There is no middle ground for me.
Lovely photograph!
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