Unrequited
Feeling forlorn and melancholy...for many reasons. Bored. I am bored to fucking death. I need to feel useful and wanted but that’s just not happening.
I read today about the ‘reworked’ version of ‘A Moveable Feast’, Hemingway’s autobiographical book...
Hemingway.
Thoughts that make me long to be scandalous, not some 9-5 suburban housewife, eeking out an existence – and it’s not that I am not happy with my ‘lot in life’ or my husband, or where I live. It’s a longing to be doing something else. To have mad passionate experiences and keep the feeling alive of those experiences, not sink into the depths of the mundane…
(*sighs*)
I need a change.
I read today about the ‘reworked’ version of ‘A Moveable Feast’, Hemingway’s autobiographical book...
Hemingway.
Thoughts that make me long to be scandalous, not some 9-5 suburban housewife, eeking out an existence – and it’s not that I am not happy with my ‘lot in life’ or my husband, or where I live. It’s a longing to be doing something else. To have mad passionate experiences and keep the feeling alive of those experiences, not sink into the depths of the mundane…
(*sighs*)
I need a change.
Labels: Boredom.Longing, Life
posted by Colette at 1:11 PM
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I know just how that is sweetie... We all want to feel like our lives are important or change the world somehow.
We change the world in ways we can never even imagine.
Every life affects every other life.
I know you've made mine a better place, even though I haven't seen you in a long time.
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