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posted by [personal profile] maelorin at 11:06am on 05/10/2004
last night's melancholia was not about anyone in particular.

this whole 'getting in touch with your feelings' bizzo is darn disconcerting sometimes.

and i'm trying not to post a long series of quizzes and whatnot.

it was nothing to do with anyone, at least not directly. [should be an interesting session with ms counsellor today]

emotions. bloody confusing, complicated, crazy, distracting, disturbing ... gh'ah! wouldn't be human without them. [there are times i wonder if the chip can be removed. or the interface rewired.]


my love to [livejournal.com profile] ser_kai, [livejournal.com profile] unmercifulelf, [livejournal.com profile] daydaze, [livejournal.com profile] juciejordan, [livejournal.com profile] jingdono, [livejournal.com profile] willowwolf, [livejournal.com profile] vixstar, [livejournal.com profile] red_moon_vixen, [livejournal.com profile] polimar, [livejournal.com profile] onia, [livejournal.com profile] obsoletechild, [livejournal.com profile] haunted_riddle, [livejournal.com profile] enkorvaks, [livejournal.com profile] denizenz, [livejournal.com profile] childe_of_fate, [livejournal.com profile] anotherjen ... and all my other friends who read my lj.


i don't recommend repeating/reliving/revisiting one's teens. fifteen was bad enough the first time.
Music:: The Chemical Brothers - Dig your own hole
Mood:: 'crappy' crappy
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posted by [identity profile] obsoletechild.livejournal.com at 06:54pm on 04/10/2004
emotions. bloody confusing, complicated, crazy, distracting, disturbing ...

i feel ya on this one lately. (no pun intended.) emotions are tricky business. just when you think you understand how you feel about something, a particular scent or a certain angle of light will knock you completely off balance with a memory you had almost just escaped.

dangerous territory indeed.
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posted by [personal profile] maelorin at 10:14pm on 04/10/2004
counsellors seem to delight in poking around in all this emotion stuff.

even with foreknowledge, i don't think either of us anticipated the genies in this bottle.

ms counsellor is pretty good at what she does, but i am the first 'socially functional' aspie she's had on the couch. i've been so 'clinical' in my self-assessment, etc, that when the monster wakes it has caught both of us by surprise.

on the plus side, they're not only there, but i am getting better at connecting and expressing my emotions.

downside. i'm wading through a mess of old and new. and it isn't easy to distinguish between them. for now, i'm just taking things as they come - riding the waves until i reach a harbour somewhere, sometime.
 
posted by [identity profile] satyrix.livejournal.com at 09:13pm on 04/10/2004
Been trying to shut off that functionality for a long time, now; it's not the processors, actually, that get ya, it's the sub-routines.

Damn'd chip.
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posted by [personal profile] maelorin at 09:56pm on 04/10/2004
sub-routines. you mean i've been looking in the wrong place again!

damnation!

out, out damned chip!
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posted by [personal profile] maelorin at 10:28pm on 04/10/2004
so that's what the friends' page is for?
 
posted by [identity profile] juciejordan.livejournal.com at 12:23am on 05/10/2004
I can't imagine anything worse than having to relive my childhood, it was a mad, bad, sad time that is best forgotten. You have my utter sympathy. Hugs.
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posted by [personal profile] maelorin at 01:21am on 05/10/2004
the prac was a combination of reliving, and then banishing, my teen years.

the counselling is something like the reverse. but in no particular chronological order.

ms c: "are there any issues concerning your mother that you'd like to talk about."

maelorin: "no."

ms c: "ok. we'll start there then ..."

[can't wait 'til we get to "so, school" ...]
 
posted by [identity profile] juciejordan.livejournal.com at 04:49am on 05/10/2004
hugs.

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