Saved by the Storm
Aug. 3rd, 2001 08:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jchrisobrienI was in big trouble.
Ever since quitting AIM at home, I've noticed some changes. The obvious ones were that I wasn't spending 3 hours a day in chat rooms, and getting back in touch with an old love of mine, reading. I've also been getting out and seeing people. Work may have been difficult and frustrating but my time outside of it was great. Having beers, playing tennis, going over to watch South Park before ManRay, stopping in at the House of Q for delicious stir fry and a Tim Burton biography. Thursday was in fact idlyic. Several times during the day I felt too big for my skin, this odd feeling that I was overflowing the space I occupied and was larger than life.
Then Friday happened.
It started with oversleeping, and kept gettting worse. I felt off kitler, out of balance. I couldn't hold a conversation to save my life, and the simplest things took forever. I tried treating myself to lunch, getting some sushi on Newberry St, but it left me feeling slightly sick. There was no sushi afterglow, just queasiness. I got home and tried talking to a few people on ICQ, they would have nothing to do with me. The frustration grew and grew and I felt a rage attacking coming on, pretty soon I'd be screaming. Thunder crashed outside, and rain was pulled through the fan onto my back. I looked out the window, and I knew what I had to do.
The first burst of rain was icy cold, a deluge just outside my door. I put one bare foot in front of the other, shoulders hunched, while the rain fell on me. Just take a trip around the block, then back inside. I began walking down North St, the rain driven by the wind slapping against my back. My shoulders looseined, as my shirt became one with my skin, my sweats completely drenched. I looked up into the sky, watched lightning flash in hot white streaks, felt the thunder's peculiar crackle that means there going to be a HUGE boom in a moment. I continued past the end of my block, walking up Broadway towards Teele Sq. Every inch of my skin was drenched, all my clothes soaked, I may as well have been underwater. The rain began to stop; I let out a sigh and turned around.
I watched the end of the storm from the corner of my street, and I couldn't believe how clean I felt. The fire was put out, for now. I'm not sure what I would have done if it wasn't raining so hard.
Probably been pretty miserable.
But hey, I'm not!
So I'll make some salad in the kitchen, and finish this entry, and get ready to visit Mat and Regina, and maybe "Sin" a little afterwards.
And I'll take it easy on myself for once.
Ever since quitting AIM at home, I've noticed some changes. The obvious ones were that I wasn't spending 3 hours a day in chat rooms, and getting back in touch with an old love of mine, reading. I've also been getting out and seeing people. Work may have been difficult and frustrating but my time outside of it was great. Having beers, playing tennis, going over to watch South Park before ManRay, stopping in at the House of Q for delicious stir fry and a Tim Burton biography. Thursday was in fact idlyic. Several times during the day I felt too big for my skin, this odd feeling that I was overflowing the space I occupied and was larger than life.
Then Friday happened.
It started with oversleeping, and kept gettting worse. I felt off kitler, out of balance. I couldn't hold a conversation to save my life, and the simplest things took forever. I tried treating myself to lunch, getting some sushi on Newberry St, but it left me feeling slightly sick. There was no sushi afterglow, just queasiness. I got home and tried talking to a few people on ICQ, they would have nothing to do with me. The frustration grew and grew and I felt a rage attacking coming on, pretty soon I'd be screaming. Thunder crashed outside, and rain was pulled through the fan onto my back. I looked out the window, and I knew what I had to do.
The first burst of rain was icy cold, a deluge just outside my door. I put one bare foot in front of the other, shoulders hunched, while the rain fell on me. Just take a trip around the block, then back inside. I began walking down North St, the rain driven by the wind slapping against my back. My shoulders looseined, as my shirt became one with my skin, my sweats completely drenched. I looked up into the sky, watched lightning flash in hot white streaks, felt the thunder's peculiar crackle that means there going to be a HUGE boom in a moment. I continued past the end of my block, walking up Broadway towards Teele Sq. Every inch of my skin was drenched, all my clothes soaked, I may as well have been underwater. The rain began to stop; I let out a sigh and turned around.
I watched the end of the storm from the corner of my street, and I couldn't believe how clean I felt. The fire was put out, for now. I'm not sure what I would have done if it wasn't raining so hard.
Probably been pretty miserable.
But hey, I'm not!
So I'll make some salad in the kitchen, and finish this entry, and get ready to visit Mat and Regina, and maybe "Sin" a little afterwards.
And I'll take it easy on myself for once.
