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The Tragedy Of Oreo..
Or Soliloquy of Dunking
O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
Is it not monstrous that this player here,
But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
Could force his soul so to his own conceit
That from her working all his visage wann'd,
Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,
A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing!
For Oreo!
What's Oreo to him, or he to Oreo,
That he should weep for her? What would he do,
Had he the motive and the cue for passion
That I have? He would drown the stage with milk
And cleave the general goblet with horrid dunking,
Make mad the guilty and appal the free,
Have not quit..but am dealing with emotional sabotage self inflicted. I really need a shrink., perhaps. To deal with the routine of depressive emotions cued by environment and situations that drive me there. Riding it out. I will reach my goal. Just moody and complicated at present.
You have such a wonderful, unique and tilted way of looking at things. Today's post a true treasure! Sure hope things start leveling out for you again, and very soon.
ReplyDeleteMy mother went on a crash diet during menopause and she went batty for quite awhile. She was happy, sad, combative, angry all within a snap of a finger. It's why I left home at 17 and took off out west. I am convinced it was something to do with her nutritional intake and hormones going crazy at the same time. If you are feeling down a lot, check it out professionally. Don't just let it go. You're stronger than many women or men that I know.
ReplyDeleteYour blog is like no other! I love it... though I dont love hearing you're not doing so well. I hope everything starts looking up for you soon! It takes a lot for someone to seek professional help and the fact that youre considering it is a positive step!
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