Why are you sad Kelley?
I dunno. I just am.
Is it this or this or this or this?
Nope. That is no different to yesterday, and yesterday I wasn’t sad.
Could it be the fact that you haven’t slept in days? Or perhaps that you were stupid enough to go clothes shopping and nothing would fit your fat arse and those changing room mirrors don’t lie about your aforementioned fat arse?
Shut the fuck up. I said I was sad, do you wanna rub it in? Sheesh.
I am just trying to help. You don’t have to be a bitch about it.
Sorry. I am just sad. Can’t I just be sad? Just for a moment? An hour? For no freaking good reason?
But why? That is totally irrational. Are you about to get your period?
Oh fuck off. *checks calendar* No.
You need vitamins. What have you eaten today?
Um, does coffee count?
No. Stupid woman. Go eat something.
But I am too… meh. I just wanna have a cry.
But WHY? There has to be a reason. Rational people do not just randomly feel sad for no fucking good reason. Snap out of it woman and go and mop the floors.
I don’t want to. I just want to… I don’t know what I want to do. I think I am hungry but I am not sure. Oh God this feeling is so frustrating.
Tell me about it.
Oh fuck off.
You already told me to do that. My, we are firing with the insults today aren’t we? *sniggering*
Yeah. Thanks for that. You are no help.
Well if you told me what is wrong I could help you!
I don’t know! I don’t know! It is nothing.
Is it ‘woman’ nothing? Like, I have to try and guess and get it wrong just so you can get shitty and then feel better cause you have transferred your frustration onto me?
Oh fu… leave me alone. Nothing is nothing and I don’t want to talk about it.
Is it ‘woman’ don’t want to…
SHUT UP! I am sad. Deal with it. I will snap out of it when I fucking feel like it now LEAVE ME ALONE!
And it goes round and round in my head. Rational Kelley trying to make sense of Irrational Sooky LaLa Kelley. Waves of sadness envelop me, swirling around with frustration at not knowing what the hell is wrong.
Please tell me you have days like this. Please tell me that you have conversations in your head trying to make sense of the feelings that have no goddamn place clouding your day for no good reason.
And tell me that the sensible you in your head wears sensible shoes. And that is why we hate her.
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Umm, not sure about the shoes, but yes, I have conversations like that in my head.
I either shut her up with chocolate and shopping (although have the same frustrations as you) and if that doesn’t work I go see a doctor.
But I suspect a new pair of shoes may help. Can’t hurt anyway right?
no sensible self wears crocks, which is why I hate her.
she also nags for diets and hides my chocolate.
nope, I am on the same crazy boat with you…
I call it ‘feeling a bit… thing….”
I nearly took the day off today because I felt a bit thing. But Tom has finished exams so he’d be in my face all day, so I dragged myself off to work. Freeling a bit better now.
TOTALLY HAVE DAYS LIKE THIS.
Sensible self wears clogs (BLECH). Not even my sensible self would stoop to croc-level.
yes, and that is why we hate her.
hugs
chocolate is food. Go eat that.
I love sensible shoes.
It’s perfectly kosher to have a scrag fight with the bitch in your head.
I am never like that. I am happy all the time. Joy radiates from my body like sunshine.
No, seriously. I hate when I’m sad and I don’t know why. Because then sometimes I feel forced to come up with a reason, so I start thinking of sad stuff. And then I feel a million times worse. Then I end up sad, furious, and hopeless.
The voices in my head are nowhere near as civil to each other. Nor are they as few.
I only wear cowboy boots.
But my sensible self totally wears pants under her assless chaps.
Which is why I hate her.
I’m down with wringing the sensible bitch’s neck but sadly it would leave marks and the insensible one would just have a lot of ‘splaining to do.
If you need my button for your big arse, I will lovingly share it with you & you can be the President & CEO of the Oz Chapter of the Biggest Butt in Blogdom.
I’m sorry you are down in the dumps. Sometimes you just gotta vege and be down. Smooches (no t) from me.
I would be killing that sensible bitch if I had not had anything to eat. Get some food, fast.
Totally have days like that. They are the suck. I’m sending now my lurve to you down in the land of Oz. SMOOOOCHES.
Take away dinner. A big walk. A hot bath. Or whatever works for you. Be nice to yourself. MAke someone else prepare food for you, then it will be nice to eat. It’s the fucking cooking of it that’s the challenge. I had choc mallows tonight, but got the husband to bring home a Chinese at 10 pm for me.
The other thing passed though. I just had a 3 week pms session. So I’ve only a few more days to go before it starts up again? Yay.
I have days like that all the time.. that little person in my head gets me in a ton of trouble..
I have days that if one more person tells me to ‘smile’ I will punch them in the face. *sigh* I feel better now, thank you.
I’ve been having those conversations for a couple of weeks now. I got really sad and teary the week before father in law passed away and it has just escalated in the time since.
Yep,I have those days, more often than not lately, but that’s because of all that is going on with my life right now… and yes, I do have a rational side to me that talks to the irrational side..
For me, it’s just another day in my life.
At LEAST once a week.
Big hugs babe!
Most women I know have those “sad” days … but its only the honest ones that admit it.
Dunno why I have days like that but I do and it sucks.
…and the sensible biatch in my head craps on and on about how good I’ve really got it, and I don’t have the right to mope around ’cause my life is pretty good compared to x,y, and z.
hugs and chocolate to you
-hugs-
Yeah, I have those days… They come in long stretches for me, go away for a bit, and come back. Even those of us who are fabulous and rock can have shitty, sadface days.
I have lots of conversations in my head and most of them are a lot more fucked up than this. But sad is sad, when it hits it hits, and all you can do is ride it out and tell yourself to shut the fuck up. At least, that’s what I do. Me. The picture of perfect mental health. Heh.
Oh baby you just got the blues…
woke up this mornin – and put on some shoes
kickin arse heels well babe how could you lose
but you can’t shake that feelin
of the no reason blues
stumble to the kitchen – and pour out a drink
n I know bout Flylady, so you’d have a clean sink
which shoulda made you smile
but just made your mood stink
You got the no reason blues – oooh the no reason blues
no season no reason – just the no reason blues
not menstral not sensible
just those no reason blues
All. Friggin. Day. Long.
And the sensible one always ends up tied to a spit, while the woo-woo one gets the matches and gasoline. I always rescue the sensible one because she’s the one who remembers to take the birth control for me.
Otherwise, we’d be full up on sensible stew right now.
I think we’ve already ascertained my shoe issues, but yep, I totally walk around with this going on in my head more often than is probably normal.
I’ve given up having conversations like that in my head because I can never get a straight answer from myself. And I’d never swear at myself. Okay, yes I would (and do). More often than I swear at anyone else.
{{{{HUGS}}}}
Yep. Sometimes I just feel sad, too!
I think it’s my fault. Since I’m sad and we’re twins, you can feel what I feel.
Sorry…
I’m kinda surprised nobody said that they CRIED! I tell the voice in my head to fuck straight off and I have a good cry because that is what I need…get those nasty chemicals out, out, out and make room for the happy chemicals (I’m talking endorphins, not the other kind!)
Seriously, sometimes I really just feel a general malaise (oooooo, $100,000 word!)…just plain old sad for no particular reason and I usually want to have a good cry. After I do, (in the shower where I’m already all wet or maybe in the car) I always feel a sense of relief and release…let it go…
i concur. i too am having one of these days today..a bit shakey and fragile. i may blog about it. so far, i’ve tried to sleep it off (resulted in nightmares) and tried to feed it KFC. (resulted in upset tummy.) i’m not winning here.
Yes, of course I’ve had days like that.
I definitely have days like this. Have to hide my sadness behind a big cheerful smile, have to convince the paranoid psychotic that I AM HAPPY, there’s NOTHING wrong, I’m just having a quiet day, okay? He just doesn’t get it. I put up with his miserable depressed self day after day, but I have to constantly be on top of the world?? Sheesh. {{{{HUGS}}}}
I sent Sensible Nomes to counselling school, so she at least says stuff like ‘it’s OK to be sad’ and ‘have a good cry and hit someone’ and ‘do you want some chocolate?’. Then she starts talking about object-enablers and I switch off before she can tell me to give up chocolate and coffee and stuff.
PS. MWAH
I TOTALLY get it.
*big hugs* babe
Oh, and the shoes? I want to slap that bitch down!
Sweety, I’m having a day like this right now… ((((loads of big fat huggles)))) at least your day is almost over, right?
Oh goodness, those days suck.
I’m with hotmamamia – stop fighting it and indulge in a good cry. It can be very cathartic.
Existential angst, eh?
I was going to write this humongo 3 page comment about why we get like this sometimes and how it’s completely normal and more than likely has something to do with the gravitational pull of the moon, or some such shit…
But you are a wise ninja and have probably analyzed to the point of insanity over this! ALL women get this way, especially the ones that fly around in pink sparkly super mom capes & matching heels!
I hope you are feeling better soon! If not, let me know, cause I will totally go to jail for smuggling chocolate covered happy pills over international waters! BIG smoochies!
Yep, I’m totally having one of those days/weeks/months right now. Saw the doctor yesterday and he prescribed me a light.
Yep. A freaking light.
I just keep bursting into tears for no reason. No reason at all.
Maybe I should get that light.
Uh, yeah, I have those days like all the time. Don’t worry, you are not alone!
Oh, I do, honey. I know exactly what you’re saying. Except the voice that tries to speak rationally to me, looks suspiciously like my mother. sigh.
I don’t get this, but if you do, just know that you have my support. It’s not much, but there you have it.
Confirmation I’m turning into a woman, and we may
very well be synchronising.
We’ve started calling them ‘blue’ days and we let each other be as shit down as we like.
Accept it, allow it, face it, fuck it and move on tomorrow.
Chin up.
I have those.
Today is one.
Want me to kick Sensible Kelley’s ass? I will.
having one of those days RIGHT NOW, in fact.
sigh. i just want to go home, crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head.
meh.
Hugs.
Yes, sad days are normal….it’s okay hun.
I have those days too. I talk to myself all the time, I’m sure I’m actually driving myself batty.
(((HUGS)))
Oh hell, all the freakin’ time. Right now I’m trying to figure out what the hell I’m so anxious about. And I’m a therapist, so I’m supposed to have it all figured out, too.
I had a day like that yesterday.
And, I hate my rational self because she won’t let me do fun stuff…like use the grocery money to buy myself a new outfit and shoes that would make me feel better.
Bitch.
I have days like this..then I feel guity cause I felt sad and I have it WAY better than a million other people..so then I’m sadder and guilty and it sucks.
I hate when I talk to myself like that. Then I am both fat and crazy. Not that you are either! I’m just saying that’s how I feel when I do it. Because isn’t that what your blog is all about? Me?
Of *course* we all have days like this… and the fact that you can’t explain it to yourself just makes you all the more frustrated, which makes you all the more sad, which makes you even more frustrated, which makes you…
Well. Yeah. Let’s just say I know the feeling.
I can’t even count how many times I’ve been down and wasn’t sure why. It sucks when you’re all rational and thinking there should be a reason for the sadness and sometimes there just isn’t. It just creeps up on you.
It always passes (well for most of us at least), so I hope tomorrow is a better day for you. (((hugs)))
Oh poor you. Foolproof solution: wine.
I do…
they suck big time!
Actually, the sad me is the one who wears sensible shoes. When I’m in a funk, I don’t even want to dress up. The sensible me, the little voice in my head that reminds me to eat and sleep and nags me to get out of bed in the morning, wears fabulous shoes.
Gah, I’m no help. I get in a funk on a regular basis, and I’ve shitty taste in shoes.
Was this another meeting without donuts?
get yourself a pedicure and a lollipop and a jungle jiggler, baby.
and then put something in yo damn therapy cupboard to keep the love coming in time release.
i wonder how brownies would travel from california to bumfuck i dont know australia.
hmmmmmmmmm.
I have sad days. Oh yes. Sad days for no reason, where I am tetering on the edge.
The thing is I am the sensible girl in the sensible shoes and there is a wild woman inside, who tells me i am pathetic. I hate them both.
I totally recommend red wine in this kind of situation
I hope you’re feeling better
I have bad days, oh yes, but this isn’t about me, it’s about you xx
I had a day off work today. Spent it making and eating goodies in your name. Do you feel better yet? Because if I have to eat one more brownie or lemon slice I’m going to explode.
I often haz sadz. I don’t want ‘em. Other peoplez haz nuthin’ to do with ‘em. I can’t makem go away. They just iz. Sadz. I hatem. Sometimez I get so sick of ‘em I tell the doc I don’ wanna go on. But I do.
What you talkin’ bout, girl? According to the TV, your sensible is a slug-like thing with NO FEET, so it can’t wear shoes.
Any time you feel sad, just watch this: http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=rWYkt4X0AtM
I have that inner monologue often. I find that when she won’t let up, a little vodka helps. She’s a cheap drunk.
I have lots of days like this.
I’m sorry you’re sad, babe.
here to tell you that i have days like that. i do relate! i doesn’t really matter if other do though…
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