I have started 2010 on the wrong foot. A good hour after the ball dropped I had a fight with my oldest brother; over something that I have been bottling up for years.
All of this anger, emotional upset, and rage... which only took a few pokes from him, a bottle of wine and two glasses of champagne... tossed me in the ring for one short burst of crazyness that went too far.
Because of this fight which lasted only 2 minutes at most- I have decided that what was said was said, and I meant every word of it. I feel horrible about my physical abuse towards the situation, but it's done, and now things are extremely awkward, and he may never come back to Philadelphia... or I may never talk to him or his family again.
Which is fine with me- or I thought WAS fine until my other brother who I am actually close to, decided to speak his mind. Which ended up with me screaming a big "F-YOU!" at him, and storming out for a second time... leaving my mother a helpless mess.
So ! Happy New Year, Thank-you 2010... I am now ignoring and hating and being hated by half of my immediate family. Whoopie.
I didnt have a great new year. the husband went to a party out in York, PA to have fun with his friends... which of course...I decided not to go, because I am an angry little monster that cant handle parties that involve lots of drinking. The last thing I wanted was to have a fight with him- not knowing that this would have been better then fighting with my own siblings instead.
the Hubs came home and was sick for a good 12 hours... like really sick. Food poisoning. The minute he got better, I decided to drag him to my moms house where the second collosal fight broke out. We were only there for about 5 minutes, before I stormed out. This happened on a Saturday...
To make the week even worse, I had wanted to go skiing on Sunday with my brother- to get away from it all ... something I desperately need ( seeing as I can barely keep the tears in my head (absolutely miserable lately). I don't have any friends (see the earlier blog) and Luke would be working on Sunday from 10am-10pm. Which means another day that I would be all by myself- which could end up being a terrible idea if I have to spend another waking moment in our apartment looking at white plaster walls with ugly office like taupe carpeting that has been shredded up by animals, AND we dont have cable.. (nothing to watch on the tube except for the spanish channel, or cheaters, maury, the jerry springer show, or excercise programs, or info merchals), not to mention that the only fun thing to do in our apartment is to clean... and tidy... and clean some more... and drink coffee... lots of it. Ugh just thinking of our apartment depresses me. Lately I have really hated it. I think this is because I have been living in my apartment like a homeless person in a box....the last time I went anywhere was on Christmas to Reading PA.... which when I got there, I did the same thing I would have done in my apartment. Sat on a sofa and watched crap TV.... I'm slowly losing my mind. I am all for schedules but this schedule SUCKS.
Anyway, back to Sunday... I obviously DID NOT go skiing... not talking to my brother... and the only other person that could have gone, decided not to go because he wanted to watch the Eagles game....and has trouble with last minute fun things to do flung at him the night before going.
By the way, the eagles lost 0-17... I hope this person appreciates the fact that he got to watch the crappiest game of all time instead of going skiing with me. fml.
So I'm at work today alone.... it's like sitting in my apartment- only a bunch of weird stangers walk in telling me how beautiful everything is... blah blah blah... they look like trolls to me.... never have any fashion sense, they are old and grey looking, and usually don't buy anything and leave. So here I am sitting on an uncomfortable stool... which has given me back pain, neck pain, and has given me some sort of nerve damage- I sit here all day waiting to go home to an apartment that I hate.
so that I can come back to work to see people that I hate.... to go home to an apartment that I hate.... blah blah blah...
talk about being depressed and miserable.
So then, to make things a little worse, I have this amazing husband that feels guilty about everything... I can't help but tell him that I'm miserable, and of course he thinks it's his fault... he wants me not to be so upset-he doesnt understand my sort of depression, it just comes one morning, and wont go until I do something drastic... so I have to try non-stop to stay at least a little normal... which is really hard to do when all I want to do is take a vallum and go to bed and wait for spring to come...
I hate the way I feel- It seems every January I go a little bit insane. I feel like a caged animal. The only thing to do is GO SKIING.... there is nothing else to do. I dont know what else to do.
I need exercise, I need to get out of the Fucking apartment, I need to get the fuck out of Philadelphia, I need to TRAVEL, I need to get another job, I need to make new friends, I need to get a new hobby, or pick up some of my old hobbies, but I'm feeling drained! I feel emotional numb, I feel unmotivated, I would love to take a yoga class... but I dont like doing something new and different, I feel like everyone would be starring at me, I would do something wrong, make a fool of myself...I start to panic at the thought of something new and different, that I most likely would love to do.
I want to go to New Zealand, and get a job on a ranch and have lots of friends that arent terrible human beings. I want to have my skin look healthy, I want to be a non- smoker, I want to radiate, I want to feel powerful again, I want to be able to run for miles and not stop, I want to hike up mountains and be able to run down them, I want to laugh again, I want to do something different and fun everyday. I want to go scuba diving one day, hike a mountain the next day, ride a horse on the beach the next day, go skiing the next day, go surfing the next day, go cliff diving the next day, go camping the next day, have camp fires at night! , and so on. This is what I feel like my mind and body is about...HOW DO I MAKE THIS HAPPEN?
Today I came close to just spending all my money on a plane ticket.... to just fly somewhere beautiful, and when I get off the plane, I will walk until I find a farm, and I will knock on this persons door and ask for work, and if they dont help me, I will faint, and pretend to be a victim, and they will adopt me into their family... then once I get back on my feet, I will travel to the next village and meet a new family to help out. I will have a different name... no longer Liz...or Elizabeth... maybe just be called one word... "Twist" short for Twisted. If they ask for a last name, I wont have one... if they ask where I came from, I will say "nowhere" if they ask how I got here, I will say "I walked" if they ask where I am going I will say "where ever this road takes me" I will get over my fears of people and speaking to strangers, I will say hello to everyone that passes me... I will be a traveler that owns only the things on my back. I will be mysterious, and energetic, yet insite ful and calm, and level headed.
This is why I dont remember things, i'm not listening to you, I'm listening to ME... because this story goes on and on and on in my head... it never stops... everyday is a new adventure, which keeps me from losing it all together...
One day... thats all it will take.... to get the courage, to just GO. poof- gone, as if I never existed, but... am living for the first time.