Please pass the Doritos

This was a post I originally began writing last night about how I felt run over by life yesterday and everything was just so angsty and inexplicably strange. But then the electricity went out just as I was ready to publish and I heard voices outside my house. It was only my neighbors, because apparently a power outage somehow signals them to all walk the streets shirtless, beer in hand. I would make a crack about how money can’t buy class or something, but I was honestly torn between joining them and screaming out the window to shut up, some of us are trying to go to bed! Perhaps it was a sign from above because today I am not feeling so much like my seventeen-year-old self, thankfully.

If you’d have told me at seventeen that at thirty I’d still have days when nothing but whining and eating Doritos made sense, I don’t think I would have believed you. But isn’t it exciting that we never really have to completely give up whining Doritos?!

Nevertheless, I did have these photos included in that post as I felt each of them illustrated something about how I was feeling yesterday, floating, not real, sort of loopy, sort of angry, sort of grounded, and fine.  It makes even less sense now, I think.  But I’ll still leave in the photos because although my seventeen-year-old self had a lot of things figured out, she also would have never believed she’d see all this.

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