I feel lonely a lot… but am always surrounded by people. Is that normal?
Sometimes I don’t want to take part in this thing called life… I want to lie in bed and I don’t want to have to pay bills and wear big girl panties and insure my life and my things. It’s just a life. It’s just things. Big girl panties are ugly.
Having children scares me because I am worried that I will feel trapped.
I worry about everything that comes out of my mouth. I worry that I might say something offensive or hurt other people’s feelings. It’s a problem because I am not always so great at thinking before I speak.
I am sometimes jealous of other peoples’ successes or good fortunes…. especially if they are not “good” people.
Is it possible to fall off the face of the earth without having to see anyone or do anything… Just for a week? I can’t remember the last time I had a whole week of absolutely nothing planned.
Expectation is the mother of all fuck-ups. How do we stop placing expectations on people? Why do we let people disappoint us so? How do we trust without getting hurt? It’s all so risky.
How do you really “live in the moment”? Really, really?
Do we have to love everyone? And treat everyone with respect and kindness? How do you walk a mile in a rapist’s shoes?
Will women ever be equal to men?
I am married to the best man and I have no idea how I got so lucky.
How hard can it be to write a whole book? Do you have to bury yourself in a room for six months? A year? Three years? How do people before the age of 30 write a novel? Do they live off caffeine (and who knows what else) to work a day job and then write all night? Or do they have someone support them while they write all day? Where do you find said supporter? I need one.
How many books is too much to be reading all at once? I am currently busy with five. And the end is not in sight.
How does one master “balance”?
Why has sabotaging ourselves become our ethos?
Wine. I love wine.
Why do humans hurt animals?
Why are humans so indescribably horrible and mean to each other?
Where does this modern sense of self entitlement come from? Why do people complain so much? Why does having money give you more of an opinion than someone who doesn’t? Why do we all have to be made to feel that we are special and important and that we can demand “exceptions” and preferential treatment? Whatever happened to being humble and accepting?
Why are we so bored?
It is exhausting being inside my head sometimes. Entertaining, amusing and exciting, but exhausting.