I'm in a rare mood today.
Before I started taking my anti-depressants almost ten years ago, this mood was quite normal for me. It wasn't caused by anything in particular.... just an imbalance of chemicals in me ol' noggin. Sadness, anger, frustration, confusion; then, it was for no reason (seriously, really I had a great life)- now it's because well, honestly I live in a really dry and boring town and I have no way out.
I made a list of things this town lacks a few weeks ago and decided to make a humorous blog post about it last night, but as I was typing I realized... there's nothing funny about what this town lacks and there's nothing funny about feeling trapped. I can bring humor to anything - that's how I get through life and I like it that way... but this time -- there's nothing to laugh about.
What's making this even worse for me? My husband is in the middle of opening a gun accessory shop here.
Yes. He's setting us up to be stuck in this awful redneck town forever.... selling things that I hate to the likes of people I can't stand.
Our plan was to open an eccentric ethnic bohemian store but he chose guns instead.
And what's making this worst for me is that my husband is going through one of his insomniac spells so he's a grumpy zombie and I can't talk to him about how much this is hurting me.
Please forgive me for being such a buzzkill.
I've just got to get it out somehow.