this other person

if i ruled the world, stress would be eradicated. Stress causers would be evaporated.

the stress has been mounting all week. i can’t pretend it isn’t there. because it’s there.

people at my job have been so mean to each other. and their meanness kind of gets to me. gets to me in a stressed out kind of way. and then i become mean. i become this other person I can barely recognize. i could handle these people’s meanness, but when i notice it is i who am becoming mean, it’s time for me keep in mind that what I should be doing is breathing.

actually, that isn’t entirely true… what i wrote in the paragraph above. the part where i said i could handle these people’s meanness. i wish it were true. The truth is that I can barely stomach the meanness. I cringe. I cower beneath the weight.

so i find myself in a situation where i have no choice but to be completely truthful with you. yet since i’ve become this other person i do not recognize, i can’t really tell if i am being truthful or not. who knows who i am anymore?

i could say it’s not me. it’s not my voice. it’s the stress that’s speaking and i am just transcribing. and it’s not even my stress. but that doesn’t mean i am deflecting responsibility. at least not entirely

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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