you can take my body, put it in a boat. light it on fire, send it out to sea

I discovered, or rather had unveiled to me, today something that would have been extremely helpful to know much earlier in my life. I am very high strung and uptight. At least as far as questions about my intellect go and my emotional stability. I mean take this blog for instance. This is where I unload my most emotional thoughts and where I try my darnedest to be taken seriously and be seen as mentally capable of high achievement. So with that consideration, look at how formal I write on here. Even that last sentence. High falutin.

Maybe I don't know how to take it easy. I assume a lot of my friends would tell a different story because I have been told I have a pretty joyful disposition. But I need to relax. I cried in the shower today and all my muscles wretched. I felt as though I was transforming into the Hulk if he ever got the weepies. My skin feels so tight and I feel trapped by it. I feel enclosed on all sides by something so restrictive it begins to seem sinister in those times when I really need to have thrown off everything that hampers.

Bah, see! That was such an uppity sentence. And now I am getting worked up about not being able to calm down. What a cycle I am caught in. I need to eat a clementine, read my book and wait for my friend, Tim, to whisk me away to the home he is dog sitting in.