(From Post Secret)
I love sitting under the stars and feeling totally overwhelmed by life and existence and the universe and the solar system and everything. It’s the only time I ever allow myself to do it.
But sometimes I feel it accidentally. It creeps up, that overwhelming feeling. It starts in my legs, which I often shake while I’m thinking and just sitting listening to people. This shake is different. It’s urgent and concerning and worrisome. I freak out a little and start shaking my hands.
And then it hits my mind. That clawing feeling, restlessness, concern, inadequacy. it fills everything and I feel incomplete, foolish, stupid.
And it’s that thought, stupidity, that propels me to shake it off. I violently shake my arms and legs. I scream and sing at the top of my lungs. I lie down and wriggle around and look really ridiculous. I force it all out. I compel it to leave me alone and go bother someone else. Or, better yet, drown itself, all of the pointless and self-destructive feelings, in a river somewhere.
