Coming at you live from the bathroom floor...
I don't know what it is about laying on my rug in my bathroom curled up in fetal position that gives me comfort...but I love it right here. I've found this place gives me comfort when I'm hungover or drunk, etc., so tonight, I figured I'd give it a sober try.
I can't figure out if my body brought me to this rug because my feelings were hurt tonight or if it's because I'm about to make a decision that will prevent my feelings from getting hurt like this again. Either way, I'm a ball of emotions right now.
Emotions. Oh emotions. Is there a species of human out there yet that has figured out how to turn these damn things off? (Vampires. Damn. I need to figure out how to be a vampire.) I hate how sometimes emotions can take over control of your mind and even body. I know you all know what I'm talking about. That moment when you are crying uncontrollably (is that a word?) and your body starts sobbing. Like you can feel it in your toes it's so strong. And they typically create tears. Those bad boys are annoying. They make your nose running. And get your face all wet and splotchy. And if you managed to put your liquid eyeliner on perfectly and evenly (as I did this evening), it really chaps your hide to mess it up with some stupid tears. And they make your contacts dry.
But man, I tell ya something...if you commit to a good cry and go all in, it's pretty damn refreshing once you're done.
So tonight, I was in the bathroom at Corona, about to commit to a good solid cry. Makeup had already been somewhat ruined from previous tears. And I hear two girls laughing and having a good time in the bathroom stall next to mine. That's always perfect for crying...gives you some noise coverage in case your sob comes out louder than expected. But I was totally busted! Those girls heard me and immediately called me out! After a 20 minute conversation about how we're all members of the she-women-men-haters club, I sluggishly walked back to my car disappointed I wasn't able to get my sob out. So here I sit. On my bathroom floor. All cried out and slightly refreshed. I think I'll start saving all my tears for this rug.
I can't figure out if my body brought me to this rug because my feelings were hurt tonight or if it's because I'm about to make a decision that will prevent my feelings from getting hurt like this again. Either way, I'm a ball of emotions right now.
Emotions. Oh emotions. Is there a species of human out there yet that has figured out how to turn these damn things off? (Vampires. Damn. I need to figure out how to be a vampire.) I hate how sometimes emotions can take over control of your mind and even body. I know you all know what I'm talking about. That moment when you are crying uncontrollably (is that a word?) and your body starts sobbing. Like you can feel it in your toes it's so strong. And they typically create tears. Those bad boys are annoying. They make your nose running. And get your face all wet and splotchy. And if you managed to put your liquid eyeliner on perfectly and evenly (as I did this evening), it really chaps your hide to mess it up with some stupid tears. And they make your contacts dry.
But man, I tell ya something...if you commit to a good cry and go all in, it's pretty damn refreshing once you're done.
So tonight, I was in the bathroom at Corona, about to commit to a good solid cry. Makeup had already been somewhat ruined from previous tears. And I hear two girls laughing and having a good time in the bathroom stall next to mine. That's always perfect for crying...gives you some noise coverage in case your sob comes out louder than expected. But I was totally busted! Those girls heard me and immediately called me out! After a 20 minute conversation about how we're all members of the she-women-men-haters club, I sluggishly walked back to my car disappointed I wasn't able to get my sob out. So here I sit. On my bathroom floor. All cried out and slightly refreshed. I think I'll start saving all my tears for this rug.
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