If you can't get out of bed, if you haven't really managed this for days or weeks, try making a list of people who excite you tremendously, a list of people you could actually imagine yourself stalking.
Because here is a secret that people don't really like to admit, although television pretty much says it every hour, in its not-so-subtle way....
The will to stalk is the will to live.
If you begin to visualize the obtaining of the prize, the wonderful movie-like moment when the stalkee turns and smiles at you as in a Duncan Hines commercial, you may find yourself beginning to stir somewhat.
It might at least get you downstairs and carry you through the mechanics needed to prepare and eat a bowl of Froot Loops.
Don't feel discouraged if you can't reach the level of felony right away.
Remember: Grandma Moses didn't start painting until she was like ninety or something.
I'm so fucking depressed right now I can't even manage a misdemeanor . . .
ReplyDeleteBut you made a funny joke lol.
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Don't be sad.
Play music that makes you happy or watch a comedy.
Or be sad but then let it pass.
I tried to go out to eat to make Lee happy tonight but then I chickened out.
Last night it was all I could do to visit Wal-Mart at 3 a.m.
Usually, I'm fine then because it's empty.
But there were people fucking everywhere and I had a panic attack and got dizzy.
I was sure someone had given me something and that I had a fever.
I felt so damn hot.
When I came home and took my temperature it was 97.5.
So I was having an imaginary fever.
Maybe I could market this.
Actors could use it or something.
Employees who wanted to go home early.
These are just thoughts.
I will need to speak to marketing people.
From a great distance of course.
xo