Cookies & ice-cream or Coke & whiskey?
What do you do when you feel down? Forget about the reason behind your feeling a little blue, just tell me what you do to make yourself feel better…
For some days, I have been a little more morose than I would like; yesterday I stayed home.
All day, I stayed in my yellow flannel pj’s covered in ducks. I sat in front of my television set, turned up the heat (literally, not figuratively), brought out my largest fluffiest pillow & warmest fluffiest wool blanket and watched back-to-back episodes of the Gilmore Girls and of Felicity (God bless her, for she is a bona fide retard; and although I can relate, I found myself talking to the television and saying things like “STOP TALKING, FELICITY!”).
Am not a television girl. (Due partly to mum’s imposed “half an hour of television only” per night rule, coupled with her “no television on the weekends” rule when I was a little girl. I was dragged to museums instead; something for which I am grateful today.) There are very few shows I make a point of watching, preferring instead to pay attention to my own life, rather than that of others.
But the above two shows have always, and I think, will always intrigue me and create a sort of *safe space* for me when am blue. They have the ability to generate a feeling, an aroma of health or something. Christ, I sound as though am living in L.A. (sorry, Mo!).
Right. They have the capacity to remove me from current affairs and bring me back to the time when I watched them as they aired in real time.
Not since either of these shows have I been intrigued or seduced by any other television show…except for Nip / Tuck, but that’s not the sort of place I like to go to when am blue (rather, when am psychotic, disassociating, pornographic, violent, self-abusive, self-loathing and generally just. Not. Happy.). Seeing as how I just listed off some rather gross references, it should come as no surprise that I stopped watching Nip / Tuck.
I also ate D’s spectacular ginger-bread-cookies with vanilla ice-cream to make them melt in my mouth.
And then I spent a few hours on the phone with some fabulous women.
And then I went out and saw some other fabulous women, late in the evening, over warm milk and more cookies.
What do you do?
For some days, I have been a little more morose than I would like; yesterday I stayed home.
All day, I stayed in my yellow flannel pj’s covered in ducks. I sat in front of my television set, turned up the heat (literally, not figuratively), brought out my largest fluffiest pillow & warmest fluffiest wool blanket and watched back-to-back episodes of the Gilmore Girls and of Felicity (God bless her, for she is a bona fide retard; and although I can relate, I found myself talking to the television and saying things like “STOP TALKING, FELICITY!”).
Am not a television girl. (Due partly to mum’s imposed “half an hour of television only” per night rule, coupled with her “no television on the weekends” rule when I was a little girl. I was dragged to museums instead; something for which I am grateful today.) There are very few shows I make a point of watching, preferring instead to pay attention to my own life, rather than that of others.
But the above two shows have always, and I think, will always intrigue me and create a sort of *safe space* for me when am blue. They have the ability to generate a feeling, an aroma of health or something. Christ, I sound as though am living in L.A. (sorry, Mo!).
Right. They have the capacity to remove me from current affairs and bring me back to the time when I watched them as they aired in real time.
Not since either of these shows have I been intrigued or seduced by any other television show…except for Nip / Tuck, but that’s not the sort of place I like to go to when am blue (rather, when am psychotic, disassociating, pornographic, violent, self-abusive, self-loathing and generally just. Not. Happy.). Seeing as how I just listed off some rather gross references, it should come as no surprise that I stopped watching Nip / Tuck.
I also ate D’s spectacular ginger-bread-cookies with vanilla ice-cream to make them melt in my mouth.
And then I spent a few hours on the phone with some fabulous women.
And then I went out and saw some other fabulous women, late in the evening, over warm milk and more cookies.
What do you do?
Labels: Blue Days
posted by just a girl at 3:26 PM
6 Comments:
Since by nature I am a lazy cow I tend to indulge myself much as you did...warm comfy clothes, favorite fuzzy blanket, hours of TV, and a variety of snacks and beverages at hand. Oh and naps. I am the Queen of naps!
Naps, always a good idea. I say 98% of all blues are attributable to needing more sleep, and that's a charitable estimate.
Cookies help as well. Just be mindful about getting crumbs on the pillows, though it may be tempting to simply *eat until you doze off*
*snicker*
Espy xo
Gilmore Girls is the way to go.
I wonder how boys deal with this stuff -- I doubt any of them pops in an episode of Felicity or of the Gilmore Girls, LOL!
MO! You are *hardly* a lazy cow, I can't believe you would say that about yourself...
Recall, I used to fancy myself a European Wilderness Cow; no wonder we get along in such a capital manner.
Espy; I have this horrible vision of drooling, fluffly blankets, & cookie crumbs! But yes...sleeping is a *must* for recovery from...anything.
Welcome aboard "A Step Up From Spider Solitaire"!
m
do you know, I was reading this and was going to forward you a snippet from a man-blog I read. I think I might now.
hope you're feeling well dahling.
I usually clean. or go to a park. something that distracts whichever portion of the brain needs distracting while the chemistries balance themselves out.
Clean? That makes sense...
I have a habit of tidying my surroundings when am stressing out about a situation. There's something about visual order that allows me to have a little peace and quiet inside my own head.
m
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