Is it normal to feel like ones life would be better suited as a solitary wood nymph whose daily tasks would entail nothing more than setting her limbs gracefully across boulders populating cricks and creeks while absorbing rays of sun that certainly were sent directly from heaven. I think it is.
I am thankful that I have a job that allows me to set my own schedule on a whim because that sort of flexibility lets me wake at 9am and go eat breakfast with my mom and sister number one along with the entire geriatric population in my community. My mom and sister stared curiously at me as I decorated each piece of French toast with different syrup. What can I say, I donÂ’t discriminate. My sister has been telling me a lot lately that I make her feel like sheÂ’s in a classroom constantly. ThatÂ’s what you get when you ask me questions about theoretical time travel and fourth dimensions.
Cancer seems to be the newest trend for all of those around me. Their lives are falling apart and it reminds me of what I felt like exactly one year ago when my greatest struggle was facing the new day and its uncertainty. That time seems so far away but also so very close. Reading my words from the end of last July and beginning of August, before my life began to crumble like Roman statues meeting the nmillenniumium, makes me realize how much my perspective has changed. The reckless immorality is no more. The near constant state of intoxication is long gone, expelled from my life like the brain cells it captured. Perhaps I have become far too reserved, complacent, and cold or maybe I've realized life has much more value thaninitiallylly came to believe.
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I swear, it surrounds me. I've been nagging my parents to be more aware of their health and have taken it upon myself to monitor my own health very carefully.
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