A Blue Week

I usually write over the weekend and post on Monday. Right now, it’s Thursday night. Actually, Friday morning, 1:20 a.m. I generally have an idea of what topic I’m going to write about, but this week I have no clue, so I’m just putting down whatever comes to mind. Random babbling… sober, too.

I’ve been so busy this week, planning my daughter’s birthday party and getting ready for her first day of first grade on Monday. I, too, just registered for a class starting on Tuesday – my first time back to school in over twenty years. Plus, watching the Olympics until one in the morning every night.

Strange week it has been. Very blue and gray, much like the ominous skies of South Florida in the afternoon during summertime.

                    

Not only have I found myself in a very melancholy mood this week, but a few of my closest friends have felt the same way. Even my soon-to-be-six year old daughter claimed to have “the most bad day ever” on Wednesday. Must be something in the air. It’s been one of those weeks where your nerves are raw and you don’t know if there’s any strength left in the reserves, but you somehow manage to get through the day anyway.

I can’t think anymore. I’m tired and going to bed, hopefully to dream of comforting thoughts – like meatloaf and mashed potatoes, warm sand under my feet and the gentle crashing sound of ocean waves in my ears, or a strong set of arms encircling me, keeping me safe. Tomorrow is a new day.

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That was a few days ago. It is now Sunday evening and I’m wiped out and still can’t seem to shake the blues. I’m not normally a superstitious person, though I do believe in afterlife, ghosts, spirits, and a higher power. So, I guess you could say I fall somewhere in the ‘normal’ range. I do feel that that there are some people who are more in tune to other people’s feelings and thoughts.

                                                      

Would I go as far as labeling them ‘psychics’? I’m not sure, but there were a two seperate instances this weekend that have made me think. And I think too much as it is, already….

I hadn’t spoken much to my good friend, Cindy, this week. We’ve both been so busy lately. When we do talk, it’s usually to catch up on industry news, friends, or family. However, she sent me a text, out of the blue, one night , “are you okay?” . I replied and we chatted for awhile. I told her of the usual stress – family, relationships, not enough hours in the day, but everything was alright.

Saturday morning, I went to the store to pick up last minute items for my daughter’s birthday party and her birthday cake. As I was walking out, while on the phone (coincidentally with Cindy), a woman with a toddler girl stopped me. Now, I know what it’s like to have a toddler in tow at the grocery store. You generally want to be in and out as quick as possible. The last thing you would do is stop and chat with a stranger – a stranger who is on the phone. However, stop me she did. She touched me on the arm and just looked at me for a second. What she said next went something like this…

“Excuse me, I don’t usually approach people like this. However, I saw you and felt I had to stop. I’m a psychic and what I see from you has me concerned. You smile. Your smile is here (gestures with her hand) on the outside, but inside it is not there. Will you let me do a reading on you right now? A free reading.”

I wasn’t sure what to think. The whole scene had an eerie surreal quality, like when you’re travelling in another city and Seinfeld reruns come on at 11 PM instead of 10:30. As intrigued as I was, I had a large Pokemon and bug themed birthday cake in my shopping cart that would turn into a ‘Pokemon and bugs swimming in a pool of buttercream sludge’ cake if I lingered too long in the Florida heat.                                

             

So are some people just more in tune to other people, such as the psychic lady and my friend, Cindy? Or are  some people, like myself perhaps, more emotionally charged and send out stronger ’signals’? 

                                                                

Or perhaps I’m just being overly hormonal – on top of being high-strung, with an overactive imagination.

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~ by lilmisschris on August 18, 2008.