wanderlust
i find that my need to flee, my wanderlust, is much stronger in the summer. i've been looking at getting a Green Card, prices of travel to anywhere, and trying to get back in touch with all the people i've ever known, just to have a place to crash if i happen to be wherever they are.
i just get the urge to get out. to just go and not come back until i'm ready.
i can usually stick to one place for 4 months. after that four month period i need a change, so i move. i don't know if it's because i stop being happy with my situation, or if i can only convince myself to stay put for 4 months at a time. i suppose it's really only 3 months, because after those 3 months i hand in my notice.
i have only been here for a month, but the itchy feeling is here already... i almost cut all my hair off today. i was holding scissors and my mom came and asked me what i was doing. i told her i was making a change. she took the scissors away and said that i should get my hair professionally cut on saturday. people like her don't understand people like me.
i have to decide which is more important: having something in the long run, like long hair, or satisfying my incredible, bone-shattering urges to change immediately, and just cut all my hair off.
how can i control myself? is that what cutting my hair is all about? just finding a small smidgen of my life that i can control (the length of my hair)? dying my hair isn't good enough.
why am i talking about hair? let's just say it's a metaphor.
do i need help? do i want help? will help help?
i just get the urge to get out. to just go and not come back until i'm ready.
i can usually stick to one place for 4 months. after that four month period i need a change, so i move. i don't know if it's because i stop being happy with my situation, or if i can only convince myself to stay put for 4 months at a time. i suppose it's really only 3 months, because after those 3 months i hand in my notice.
i have only been here for a month, but the itchy feeling is here already... i almost cut all my hair off today. i was holding scissors and my mom came and asked me what i was doing. i told her i was making a change. she took the scissors away and said that i should get my hair professionally cut on saturday. people like her don't understand people like me.
i have to decide which is more important: having something in the long run, like long hair, or satisfying my incredible, bone-shattering urges to change immediately, and just cut all my hair off.
how can i control myself? is that what cutting my hair is all about? just finding a small smidgen of my life that i can control (the length of my hair)? dying my hair isn't good enough.
why am i talking about hair? let's just say it's a metaphor.
do i need help? do i want help? will help help?
posted by iconic_dork at 9:12 PM
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