pull yourself together

divine humor, part 537,217,001: i was becoming frantic in the way that you only become frantic when you're coming down with a cold and therefore haven't slept. someone across the hall was playing one of those songs that magnifies any form of desperation, i don't know if y'all have those, but i've got several at this point. anyway, the point is that it was playing, loudly, and i couldn't switch it off, because it wasn't mine to switch off. and i just laid face-down on my bed telling the frantic to go away, and then i picked up my devotional, opened to today, and

PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER

greets me from the top of the page. cheers.

*sigh*

also, have you ever known those people who just bring out the worst in you? the callous part? because there is someone here who, without fail (or intending to, for that matter), always seems to pull my dry, sarcastic, i-have-no-heart side out. which is hard to do, considering how mushy i am most of the time. but i can't get over it. i can't shake it, and i always end up calling him a jackass or commenting on his clothing or something terrible like that. and it's all in fun, technically - i always say it with a smile, right? it wouldn't bother me if i knew it didn't bother him, but i think i may be hurting him, though he'd never say it - he's one of those arrogants who is really insecure about things (it takes one to know one, trust me), and i have a feeling my little comments are not helping.

so i'm worried about that, you know; i'm stressing about being able to be really genuine to him.

interacting with people is so complicated, and yet so simple, yeah?

to the dreamers go the dreams
but the leaders have the lead
it's a frightening, frightening thing

the moons and stars are ganging up on the sun . . .

[guster]

well, i'm going to go sleep a little and see if i don't wake up in a less scattered mood. and with a little less of my throat blocked off.

have a lovely afternoon, all. i'm going to go attempt to live quietly.