Last night I had three back-to-back conversations, all with people who are close to me, all with me speaking in stream-of-consciousness anxiety analysis. I should also add at this point that I had taken two doses of melatonin at 8:30 pm, so I may have appeared more lucid than I was, which is not to say I'm disowning anything I said (which would be flat-out lying), but more that the filter between words appearing in my brain and words that flow out of my mouth as if some great truth, was missing. Sometimes I like that. Here's what I remember though.
The first person said, "well, I wasn't going to say [you're being a dramaqueen], but since YOU did...."
The third person said, "God, you overanalyze so much."
My man Damon in the middle said nothing but "I feel you."
Sometimes you need all three though. You need the folks who listen to your crazy rants and genius lifeplans constructed in a split second in the bathtub and let you get them out of your system, but sometimes you need those folks to lovingly express that while I'm not actually crazy, I could stand to calm down a little. And maybe breathe.
( yes, raymond, but what did you do with your weekend? )
The first person said, "well, I wasn't going to say [you're being a dramaqueen], but since YOU did...."
The third person said, "God, you overanalyze so much."
My man Damon in the middle said nothing but "I feel you."
Sometimes you need all three though. You need the folks who listen to your crazy rants and genius lifeplans constructed in a split second in the bathtub and let you get them out of your system, but sometimes you need those folks to lovingly express that while I'm not actually crazy, I could stand to calm down a little. And maybe breathe.
( yes, raymond, but what did you do with your weekend? )