it’s funny that freak out(le freak) the song is so happy and chill to listen to because a real freak out is so not that. i actually looked it up on dictionary.com and this is what i got, “to enter into or cause a period of irrational behavior or emotional instability, as under the influence of a drug.” it then proceeds to give you an example sentence with LSD in it. i find that to be strange, yet true. i had a minor freak out yesterday. i can’t really say what caused it except to say that it must have been building up for a long time. i actually felt silly telling people about it because the incident that launched it was so relatively minor. should i tell you? ok, ready? …i lost my scarf at school yesterday… told you. but it was enough to set off a strange chain reaction that had me in tears by the end of the day.
i didn’t intend to write so much about the freak part as the recovery part because that side of the story is always so much better. i took the day today to recover. i slept. i ate well. i read the Psalms. i wrote. and most importantly, i breathed. it’s strange that our bodies can be so seemingly resilient and so fragile at the same time. i’m still trying to understand the strange dichotomy which is called human. but it’s so nice that a freak out never comes alone but in the company of his more rational brother peace out.
peace out was my friend today. we went to the grocery store and bought simple things like vine ripe tomatoes, mozzarella and ciabatta bread. oh, and some eggs and milk, too. we bagged our own groceries, and managed to breathe the strange brewing air of sun and storm that swirled overhead. even when the first drops of rain rolled off the pollen-dusted car, there was a calmness that came with peace. i’m listening to the trees swaying outside…feeling so far from where i was last night, and i am duly thankful.