thrown for a loop

[fflo]

fuhhh! i guess i would have guessed i'd feel some weird shit, but, fuuhh!, it still seems bizarre, uncalled-for, and weirdly physiological.

of course there is a strange air pressure out there, as the cold front nears, and isolated thunderstorms get ready to (like this thing) break out, appear, or whatever else you think of little upcropping roilers doing. but that ain't the main prompter of this weighty warmth of flesh, awareness of the face, swirly inner ear, etc.

can't shake the notion i'm an utter moron for all of this.

so now there's the question of what to do now, this evening. fake going on about my business, or whatever alternate business i'd be doing, since it's spooky storm dark out? how about go exhaust myself physically? drink, drug, unconsciousness, lite movie? charge nonnecessities? i can imagine no option that isn't an evasion.

fuuuh.

the obvious answer is to stand in the metaphorical storm and get soaked with it until it's boring. wonder if standing in a literal storm is a good way to do that.

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[sprig5.livejournal.com]

I love how you cured pijeanf's fear of getting lost. I myself have a taxi driver type pride, where I like to investigate the littler roads in between the major routes that you learn first when you come to a new neighborhood or workplace, or whatever. Then, depending on the traffic prognosis that day (and I'm talking about the DC area, with horrible traffic), you can avoid certain intersections or stretches if you think it wise. Your talk of smalltowns reminds me of when I lived in Indiana, before all this DC traffic bullshit.

But the best quote above has to be "I'm not afraid of farmers, per se."