I sat there all alone pretending to be someone else…
I had a strong urge to be anyone but myself if I was to sit and relive those memories in order to write about them; it felt like it would be easier to remember bad things as if they happened to someone else…
But I couldn’t…
I referred to each memory as mine, and every time I came close to digging it all up, I found myself revisiting recent memories that only occurred because of old ones…
And it kept hitting me that right there, as different as I looked, I was still the same person from whom I was running away… yes, I’ve changed a bit, inside and out, but change does not make you a different person…
I felt alone.
I looked around me, took deep breaths, and tried to write it down, but I kept getting stuck at the same point…
Do you ever go back to a turning point in your life and wonder if you chose the road not taken? Usually, when I do that, it’s does not bring regret or a futile wish that time would go back so that I’d redo things differently… but today it felt like it, it was overwhelming, and my mind kept resisting my attempts to remember…
I tried and I tired, and each time my mind resisted even more stubbornly…
It scared me that I just couldn’t do what I planned on doing… I could see how my mind tried every defense mechanism it knows and it scared me because it only meant something hurts in there and I was getting closer, and worse, I am not ready to feel that kind of pain…
I am the kind who would pour salt on old wounds just to make sure they’re dead tissue and they no longer hurt, but today, I felt too overwhelmed, I felt too alone to handle it on my own and I just found myself letting them be and I decided to distract myself…
After spending around an hour and a half in my own mind, I decided to leave my Pandora’s box unopened for a few more days, and I got in my car…
I drove in the direction of Kattameya road because I didn’t want traffic. I drove and I drove, and I let music play…
I made it until 90 kilometers to Sues and then I started looking for a u-turn, not because I wanted to go home, but rather because I needed to be home before 10 if I am to avoid an unnecessary fight with my dad…
This played…
"انت تمل، و راسي يدور... تقوم تفل، و بحالي دور... دموعي تكل، تعدي بحور... و انت بعيـــــد"
Feels like I’ve always been stuck there, always will be, I can see it, smell it, and feel it… and it hurts... and ana kaman bammel… I am tired and bored from that feeling I get when I am unable to let my thoughts out…
I feel crippled… paralyzed…
I am not sad; I am just utterly confused and lost in my own thoughts and attempts to figure myself out… I am not in peace with myself and it’s driving me mad…
I am waiting for my mood to change; this is when being moody is a blessing…
2 comments:
I feel you. We all go through such days. I am not sure what's the best thing to do when you're in such a mood..but I just let it take its time till it fades..till I get myself back :)
yeah, i sort of noticed everyone is blue for no reason...
i don't believe in holiday blues simply because i never exactly feel the holiday spirits people talk about nonstop, so i can't blame it on that!!
problem is that it does not fade; it comes and goes, so it's sort of driving me crazy!
yalla, good luck to us all getting over that :)
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