Lately

Lately I’ve just been feeling so sad.
I just feel so fearful and small all the time. I absolutely dread the upcoming week. I need to calm down and just take one day at a time. I need to. But I just can’t and I feel so pathetic. I’m so sad and I’m so scared.  I feel helpless. I’m driven into anxiety attacks, fits of terror, when my mind wanders even a little. I don’t know what else to say. I don’t know how to express a sadness that bullies me into silence.

English 229e

So I’m supposed to be giving an oral presentation today about propaganda to the beloved Doctor Ian Hill and his subordinates (the rest of the class), but I woke up to a whirlwind of snow and Vancouver’s Transit incompetence. So now, I’m sipping some coffee at cafe Artigiano, and I don’t really know what to do with myself.

I really want to give my presentation today. I absolutely dreaded it the entire week, (hell, even the first day I signed up), but now that I’ve mentally prepared myself for a full month and the oral isn’t happening, I feel like I’m a Wacky Inflatable Tube Man that lost willpower and is now just a Wacky (wo)man with no inflation.
I emailed my professor and told him that I’m immobile in 1 inch of snow and knee-deep in disappointment, and that I won’t make it. He responded in 000.2 milliseconds with a very kind “Understood. Good luck”.
I told my friend to Skype me in class and blow my face up on the projector so I can do my oral presentation. I don’t care– I stayed up all night, shaking in fear and muttering the first 3 lines of my presentation over and over again to imprint it in my mind. I will– absolutely must– deliver my oral.
Of course, it’s not gonna happen. But in the off chance that it does, the students and homie Doctor Ian Hill will probably just hear the cranking of coffee machines and other miserable people in the background.
I was lining up for the bus for maybe 40 minutes. A dozen other people stood out there with me, pale faced, in solidarity. A hoard of people then appeared from behind the hill and told us, “Bus ain’t coming. Stuck on the hill somewhere near Fraser”. And so, some people rolled their eyes, some marched on to catch another bus, and there was me and some other dude that looked at each other and said “I’m not walking to UBC”. And here I am now.
I look outside the window and see the few old Chinese ladies that waited with me for 40 minutes at the bus stop. All the others have left, but there they are: stout and eager, holding bags of groceries under their pretty umbrellas. I feel pride and warmth in me when I see them. It’s just a feel-good sight.

Anyway, I’m just gonna chill here for the while.
Thanks for reading, if you did. I just wanted to rant about the funny things in life.

mushy mind

I feel like my mind is just getting kinda mushy.

Articulation is hard.  I don’t remember specific words anymore, so I grasp for broad ones that don’t necessarily fit the context. I don’t know how to express things. Sometimes I don’t even know what I’m trying to express– I just know that I don’t know how to but I’m still trying.
Memorization is hard. I will turn a page and not remember what I just read. I will try to duplicate a formula I used seconds ago, and won’t remember what I wrote.

I feel like there is a block in my head. There is something that is blocking my thoughts, my intelligence, my zeal for things. I’m like a Google search that never loads because the WiFi is shit and then I get frustrated because sometimes I’m convinced that the WiFi (or whatever I’m blaming my slow brain processing on) isn’t the problem, but that I’m just stupid.
It feels like the time I had a concussion and my head just couldn’t consume or output anything. But I don’t have a concussion right now and I think that’s even worse.

My mind is becoming mush and I don’t like it. I feel really bad.

 

Edit: I feel like this

banana

just a petty kind of sad

a bowl of mushy dumplings
frozen peas and sugary
canned corn
in a thin chicken stock.

swirling, swirling, swirling
with a metal spoon
a whirlpool of
the few petty things left
in the pantry
broken asunder.

i’ve left it to cool for too long–
this bowl achingly humble
sighing steam–

and i don’t feel like
eating anymore.