beserk

Every once in a while I feel like I'm going to go Thelma & Louise type of crazy. Like, off the deep end in a way that is not typically accepted in society. As if going off the deep end was accepted.

Well anyway, I feel this way right now. I am frustrated with someone and the situation we are in. Or at least the situation I perceive us to be in. But I also feel as if I am continually satisfying this frustration. Feeding it. Keeping it going.

Why am I doing this?

I mean, if I'm frustrated with it, I should just let it go. Go with the fucking flow. Live life. Have babies and age into my octogenarian years so I can drink spiked lemonade all the time.

So why do I keep feeding the fire? I'm not normally like this which makes things EVEN MORE annoying, which in turn makes me feel like I'm going to Thelma & Louise myself somehow.

I've been trying to get out of the frustrating situation. Running. Swimming. Working. Signing up for a class at Otis and buying supplies to teach myself embroidery and getting my shit together to get a portfolio worked out, and going to the beach and the veggie garden and random trips back home and even more running. These things are supposed to take up time. But why do I keep finding myself with time to be frustrated. I'm running out of ideas of things to do to keep myself occupied.