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Funk

You ever get in a funk and you’re not sure why? Like, you just want to cry for no reason at all? Yeah… That’s how I feel today. I cried because my key chain broke. My key chain. Granted, it’s a picture of my mom and I from when I took her swimming with the dolphins so I can’t exactly run to the store and buy another. But really? Cry about it? ::sigh::

I want to say it’s a girl thing. I don’t want to sound all sexist but I dare any guy to admit he has a weepy day. Today has been just that for me, a weepy day. I feel bad because my sister was here half the day. I tried to keep it together and I think I did an ok job. When I have weepy days it’s almost never anyone’s fault but I’m sure it can feel like it if you don’t know me very well. Joel has only just gotten used to it recently. I used to feel so bad because he would think it was his fault. For any of you that understand this kind of mood you know that guilt only increases the funk. Now he understands and it makes getting out of my moods so much easier when I don’t have the guilt to deal with on top of everything.

I haven’t found the magic cure for my moods. Sometimes a great song on the radio helps a lot. Other times snuggles from Joel do the trick. I wish I could find someone to talk to. Joel will listen but he works a lot so he isn’t always around. Also, sometimes it’s just nice to have a girl to talk to. I miss having a best girl friend. That’s probably what it all boils down to. Losing my best friend (which I haven’t really written about so don’t feel out of the loop) has been harder on me than any break up. Probably because I never thought we’d stop being friends. I can’t really write about her though right now. I’m just starting to come out of my weepy mood and talking about that would send me spiraling down into an even worse mood.

So, I’m taking applications for a new best friend. Must be female and an equally good talker and listener. If you are in the Chicago area that would be ideal but I can fly almost anywhere so that’s not really required. Send all applications to abigail at skywaitress dot com.

Hey, look at that, I figured out why I was in a bad mood. This post has come full circle. It may not be the most interesting thing to read in the whole world but it has been very therapeutic and that’s what matters.

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7 Comments

  1. Awww I will be your new BFF! You don’t mind flying to California do you? I am a great listener too and yes, I have weepy days. I hate those days.

    I stopped by here after reading your comment on Our Ordinary Life’s bloggers without makeup post. I laughed so hard and had to see who you were. You are hilarious!

  2. Your Dutch family (and Caroline most of all!!) is giving you a big hug, hoping that helps a little.

  3. Jennifer – Aw, thanks. I love California! I would love to have a BFF to visit there. I followed you on Twitter 🙂

    Ineke- Thanks, that really does help. I miss you guys! Hugs back to all of you.

  4. Writing does that, doesn’t it? Makes you figure out what the heck you’re feeling. I’ll be your girlfriend! (And I totally realize how that sounds so I’m just going to blow past it! Because you know what I mean!) I think we have at least a few things in common. 🙂 But I’m a Dallas girl. So, there’s that. But Jill (from Baby Rabies) is also here, so we can all hang out. And there’s that too.

  5. Yay! I would love to be your girlfriend 😉 And that’s cool about living in Dallas, whenever I make it down there you, Jill and I should definitely hang out.

  6. I went through the end of a friendship that I thought would last forever, and it was heartbreaking. I wept and wept and wept. Time is a great healer, but I don’t think there is much written about the heartbreak of losing friendships as an adult.

    It was hard. And I haven’t written about it either.

  7. Yeah it’s too hard for me to write about. It’s been several years and I still have half a hope we’ll make up eventually. That’s probably part of why it’s so hard, I haven’t truly let go…

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