I have an awful habit of filling my figurative pockets with all the insults, injustices and the like that I collect from from day to day, like ugly little marbles to look at or play with later. Then one day it’s like I’ve got hundreds of these cracked, dirty little suckers stuffed in there weighing me down until they finally spill out, get under foot and cause me to slip and fall on my face.
This is how my little meltdowns happen. It’s been a little while since I’ve had one so I guess I was due. Don’t get me wrong — my meltdowns don’t involve screaming, crying (well, ok, there might be some light weeping involved) or punching walls or anything like that. No, it’s more of a quiet, slumped-over-in-the-drivers-seat-with-my-head-on-the-wheel kinda thing. This is how I felt today.
I don’t have any huge problems so I kinda feel like a whiny little brat when I get like this. But hey, I’m just a girl, and crap does get to me now and then. And I think having not danced in a week didn’t help, since I had no where to channel my marbles for seven days. After putting in two hours of practice time tonight, I felt a little better. Good to get my mind off dumb things and super-dumb people who jack my sunshine. Luckily anger, sadness, heartbreak and such sort of come in handy when dancing soleá.
I’m not sure there’s a point to this post. In fact, I’ve totally lost my train of thought. I guess I just have a lot on my mind and needed to get some of it out. I’ll stop now. Thanks for listening.
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