My anxiety right now is through the roof. My heart is racing, my mind is racing, and I’m sad, and lonely, and overthinking. I keep telling myself to just breath, but sometimes that is harder than it sounds.
So there was this woman and she was on an airplane,
and she was flying to meet her fiancé
seaming high above the largest ocean on planet earth.
She was seated next to this man
she had tried to start conversations,
but the only thing she had really heard him say
was to order his Bloody Mary.
She was sitting there
and she was reading this really arduous magazine article
about a third world country
that she couldn’t even pronounce the name of.
And she was feeling very bored and despondent.
And then suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure
and one of the engines gave out,
and they started just falling thirty-thousand feet,
and the pilots on the microphone and he’s saying
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, oh my god... I'm sorry” and apologizing.
And she looks at the man and says
“Where are we going?”
and he looks at her and he says
“We’re going to a party. It’s a birthday party.
It’s your birthday party.
Happy birthday darling.
We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much.”
And then he starts humming this little tune,
it kind of goes like this: 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
i feel like i just pick up screwing myself over for days ahead as some sort of twisted, only-can-be-found-in-my-life type hobby
Regina Spektor - Better