|Current mood:|| ecstatic|
|Current music:||The Ones That Never Were|
Death to Me!!!
You know... the more I think about it... the more I realize how fucking STUPID I'm being. Isn't it just like me to let my mind play tricks on me? I just had the most amazing weekend and I'm going to sit here and try and ruin it by thinking "Well maybe..."
I'm settling with my inital feelings. If I was wrong, well then I suppose I was wrong. What else could happen? All I know is that I am so happy about my weekend and that it really meant so much to me and that there is no reason for me to be so foolish.
For once I am able to just yell at myself and say "Shut the fuck up, Mike. Think about all that happened and THEN try and convince yourself it was all your imagination. Thats bullshit, wise up. Stop creating personal drama. Sure, there may be a chance you're wrong, but that doesnt really explain a lot. Go ahead and ask your questions, Mike, if you really want to be totally sure that you weren't imagining things.... but either way, remember what this weekend did for you and how much it may change your outlook on things. Jeez."
Yes, that was me yelling at myself, or, at least, the half of my mind that was happy finally getting fed up with my paranoid mind. The paranoid mind gets to take over so often... and in this case I guess the happy part of me wanted to take control and to have me stop acting like a fool.
And I'm glad it did.