this morning's mood
Oct. 20th, 2003 10:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quietannSometimes I think that having an LJ is letting y'all know too much about what goes on inside my head. I have a very unquiet mind. I brood, I contemplate, I reflect, I mull over, I postulate and think and wonder and hypothesize and boggle...
ongoing feeling of... "shut up! You're not allowed to talk about this!" "shut up! You're not allowed to talk about this!" "shut up! You're not allowed to talk about this!" "shut up! You're not allowed to talk about this!" "shut up! You're not allowed to talk about this!" "shut up! You're not allowed to talk about this!" "shut up! You're not allowed to talk about this!" "shut up! You're not allowed to talk about this!"
fuck that noise. It was just such a... Stepford Wives moment, like I'd walked into a party held in mundane suburbia. To be fair, it lasted only a couple of minutes. And while I have some, ahem, discomforts about the event, I chose to share the one that is most personal to me and doesn't involve gossip about other people's business.
(and yeah, *if* I could diet without regaining all weight lost and then some, and ditto for exercise, I'd be doing it. Years of experience teach me things about myself. I only hope that they are not true for other women. I want people to succeed in their goals. My goal is basic sanity about my body, which conflicts, currently, with other people's goals. But I don't want anyone to fail because of that.)
ongoing feeling of... "shut up! You're not allowed to talk about this!" "shut up! You're not allowed to talk about this!" "shut up! You're not allowed to talk about this!" "shut up! You're not allowed to talk about this!" "shut up! You're not allowed to talk about this!" "shut up! You're not allowed to talk about this!" "shut up! You're not allowed to talk about this!" "shut up! You're not allowed to talk about this!"
fuck that noise. It was just such a... Stepford Wives moment, like I'd walked into a party held in mundane suburbia. To be fair, it lasted only a couple of minutes. And while I have some, ahem, discomforts about the event, I chose to share the one that is most personal to me and doesn't involve gossip about other people's business.
(and yeah, *if* I could diet without regaining all weight lost and then some, and ditto for exercise, I'd be doing it. Years of experience teach me things about myself. I only hope that they are not true for other women. I want people to succeed in their goals. My goal is basic sanity about my body, which conflicts, currently, with other people's goals. But I don't want anyone to fail because of that.)
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Date: 2003-10-20 09:05 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2003-10-20 09:47 am (UTC)2. i can't think of a soul whose goals would conflict with your goal to have basic sanity about your body. the marketroid mass certainly conflicts with that, but i wouldn't pin that on anybody *i* know...
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Date: 2003-10-20 10:29 am (UTC)That's why I don't diet. I prefer to loose weight by accident, rather than design. O'course that means I don't loose a lot of weight, but when I do it's always exciting. :-)