Frame of Reference

Do you know what I think sucks?

I went to the doctor yesterday and besides my blood pressure being elevated, I got a good bill of health. I hadn't had an attack in a few weeks. The day after the doctor, I have one. Almost two. I saw the warning signs on my drive to work. I came upon a road construction site where a man stands with a stop sign until a lead car can come and get you to traverse this maze of neon orange cones. I waited for five minutes before I realized that I was making rude hand gestures at the man holding the stop sign. I watched the clock mocking me, each minute bringing me closer to being late. I made an angry and violent u-turn and found another, albeit -longer-, way to work. I told myself to be positive. I wasn't late. I found humor in small things and made polite conversations with almost everyone I talked to. I listened to my music when behaviors were rubbing me the wrong way. It was after my second break it hit me. I couldn't go to the bathroom, either. I was in kind of a stuck sp...

"All of the colors mixed together, make gray." Sometimes there is so much input. So much sensory input that your brain just sees grey. It times out. Can't make sense so it makes sense of what it can. A Fun Fact about me: I do NOT like drama. I do NOT seek it out and I do NOT create it. I do NOT revel in it and I do NOT take pleasure in it. I like simplicity. I always have. I like simple things in life. I like my surroundings to be simple. I think love is simple. I think that I make love so incredibly simple that it becomes complex. I love unconditionally. I will always love the ones I loved and I will always love the ones I will come to love. I do not love easily and I love whole heartedly. I want to be loved the same. Life is complicated. Love is not.