I don't like it when things are calm and quiet. The silence and lack of drama drives me crazy. Lately things have been so content that I am just waiting for the shit to hit the fan.
Enter my urge to start trouble.
To wreck or mess something so that I feel comfortable again.
Like a pig in the mud.
I'm happy in the mud.
Perhaps that's why I want to be a psychologist, so I can wallow in other people's mud.
I also tend to compulsively shop when things get quiet, so I'll have some new things to show you next time! But for now, I just have to try not to create mess, and to just smell the flowers.
Enter my urge to start trouble.
To wreck or mess something so that I feel comfortable again.
Like a pig in the mud.
I'm happy in the mud.
Perhaps that's why I want to be a psychologist, so I can wallow in other people's mud.
I also tend to compulsively shop when things get quiet, so I'll have some new things to show you next time! But for now, I just have to try not to create mess, and to just smell the flowers.
