Damsel In (And Out Of) Distress

There is always some bit of good in the bad, and in opposition to that, some form of bad in the good. For the past month I have been stuck in what has seemed like an impossible desolation. I’ve been stressed, depressed, and sadly poorly dressed. I have hardly got out of bed or eaten very much at all. I can honestly say that I did not think I would make it out of this “rut.” I am extremely pleased to say that I have successfully escaped my purgatory. For now.

I had an interview this past Tuesday at my favorite gourmet burger joint. I was in there for maybe a little under an hour and went through an interview with all three of the managers. After what seemed like half of an interview, the first manager said that he would like me to speak to another manager whom was more in charge of the position I was qualified for. About the same amount of time into the second interview, this manager said that he wants me to talk to the lady in charge of a different position that he thinks I would be good for. I did not speak with the last lady for any longer than seven minutes and she offered to bring me onto the team. I have orientation this coming up Tuesday and I am beyond stoked. Things are finally starting to fall into place.

Things might seem rough at times but there is always, always, always a light at the end of the tunnel.

Unrelated: We get goosebumps when we are cold right? So, if it is a physical response to an environmental change, why do we experience these same goosebumps when we read or watch something sad or endearing? This is a topic that I just might retouch later after I have done some research. I am very intrigued.

UGH

I was laying in bed about the fall asleep when I just couldn’t take it anymore. I am effing stuck. I don’t give a damn about anything anymore. I feel as though I am simply floating through life and not experiencing a single thing. I have not felt joy, sorrow, anger, disappointment, or any other emotion. I am playing the part of a normal, breathing, loving individual. But she is gone. The woman I was a month ago has disappeared into thin air. I am an empty shell of my former self.

I know that I absolutely adore my boyfriend, but I don’t feel it. I can’t tell if I am still happy or searching for something better. I don’t know if I am content with my lover or entirely bored.

I don’t know if I even want to write, or go to college, or read anymore.

I have lost all interest in television shows, books, and being social.

I. Am. S T U C K.

This is unpracticed and poorly written but I seriously just could not hold it in anymore.

Internet!!

I have been out of internet for several days, probably closer to a couple of weeks. I have not been able to get a single damn thing done. This has made me realize that technology plays a bigger part than I may have thought. I am not a high school graduate and on my way to being a college freshman. Since getting internet back I have been applying for jobs like crazy. I feel like I need something in my life. I need something other than the internet, my parents, and my boyfriend. I need to make a name for myself. I desperately need to feel worthy and I am finding that extremely difficult.

Side note, I have been outlining and planning my novel. The plot I am forming feels like it could actually go somewhere and I am so freaking excited. If any of you would like to know the plot, please let me know. I would love to tell you all about it.

Last note, have any of you had any issues with Wikipedia lately? I tried to post an article and every time I went to publish it it said it saved but then disappeared. And now the website won’t even load for me. If anyone has any information about this please please let me know because it is vital I get this done.

Thank you!