*This blog is beginning to look like a book review blog. Reading has been taking over my life. My mother says reading could be my way of escaping from reality. I say better then smoking crack. My mom jokes. I do not.
Do you do that? Put off everything and anything and pull yourself into one thing to avoid the everything. I am so guilty of this. Soo guilty. Of course I blame the anxiety, because it is so easy to blame the anxiety. Of course I realizing I should be working through the anxiety, but sometimes, like now sometimes, I am so sick of it. I hate that I have to plow through and except. I hate working on my feelings first. Sometimes I want to just do and when that anxious feeling comes to play, I retreat. Does that mean I let anxiety win? Probably.
*On Facebook I magically joined a group that is connected with my high school. I didn't request and/or approve to be apart of the group. It's all good though.
One thing that I realize is that I do NOT recognize over half the people. They are like "Remember when our small little organization, that this Facebook group is based on, did that one time-specific thing?" And I am like "OH yeah I remember when our small little organization, that this Facebook group is based on, did that one time-specific thing! But who the fuck are you???"
Is this bad?
*My (cough cough-ahem)-teen year high school reunion is this year. I think the concept of school reunions are weird. I think the whole concept of having a desire to meet up with people you couldn't wait to get away from is weird. I really wonder if in going to a reunion you have the desire to relive some of those days from your younger, more carefree days.
Although I admit there is a few bitches, from those carefree days, I won't mind slappin'.
*I voted today. Did you?
Oh, I totally do things to escape my reality. Just recently, I realized that I was addicted to old episodes of House for that very reason. I know I should limit myself, but I just can't. So, yeah, TV and reading are big on my escapism list.
ReplyDeleteAnd reunions are weird, definitely. My grade school had one and I thought, "why would I go to that? I HATED those people!"