It was there two days ago.
I can tell you where it went: Out the window with my maturity Saturday night.
Having to sit with your thoughts and deal with yourself is tough. It is part of growing up. I do not feel right with myself. I do not feel “okay.”
To quote Alice in Wonderland, ”I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir, because I’m not myself you see.”
I will figure it out. I will overcome this. I won’t make the same mistakes again. I’ll be more mature. I just wish it didn’t come with experience. That these were just things I could deal with myself, as an observer.
“So much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It’s unspeakable. And yet you know, when we communicate with one another and we feel that we have connected and we think that we’re understood I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. And that feeling might be transient, but I think it’s what we live for.” - “Words are Inert” - Waking Life (2001)