A funk is a funk is a funk is a funk. Right?!? I don't know why I've been in a funk for the last few days, I just have been. Maybe it's the weather, maybe it's a girl. But, you know, a funk is different than being sad about something or someone. It's like, I have no real reason to be upset about anything, I just feel off. Kind of sad, kind of happy, just kind of here. A blah, if you will.
I just write to try and process what is going on, but I don't know how to do it. I think I'll just wait out the funk. It'll go away, because they always go away. I don't even feel like faking it till I make it. I think I'll just go through the day, as routinely as possible. Hopefully something, aka me, will finally snap and I'll smile, and mean it.
You know what always helps me? When I bring in crazy good foods to work and I pretend it's my birthday, and I stop and the grocery store or the gift shop and I try to get them to give me free food because it's my birthday, and if they won't give me free food I ask for at least a balloon or maybe even a pack of candles.
ReplyDeleteAnd they tend to give me whatever I want because I'm wearing my cat costume because that's what I wear every year on my birthday.
I'm just lucky enough that I get birthdays lots throughout the year.
Either that or caffeine makes me feel good, too.
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