Does anybody still use that phrase? In a funk? A funkity funk-funk? Well, I feel in a funk tonight.
Sometimes I just feel that way. A bit stuck, a bit bored, a bit sad for no reason. Maybe a little overwhelmed by the world and its gigantic size, and the occasional feeling that I am just a teeny tiny spec within it.
Every couple of months, I pause to ask myself where I’m going and where I’ve been. Am I doing things right, am I being everything I can be?
There were a lot of deaths in the family this past summer, and I think I shut myself off from the world in many ways after that. It’s hard to get close to anyone without fearing they will be gone someday, in one way or another.
When I do get close to someone, it’s hard to maintain the relationship because I’m so critical of people. People just seem to disappoint me. Everyone’s in a hurry, such a rush. They don’t stop and think of others enough, and they think nobody notices. But I notice, and then I get my sensitive feelings hurt.
Nobody has time, but I have plenty. I make time. Sometimes people will call, and they’re so apologetic. “Is now a good time? Am I interrupting anything?” they ask.
But of course it’s a good time. They called because they had something to say. Naturally I would want to listen.
I wonder where time goes. We’re all connected by phones and computers, so it would seem we should have extra time left over. But we don’t. In fact, communication only seems to get worse and worse.
Now I’m starting to see where my funk comes from. It’s the things around me. There’s too much noise. Too much movement, too much speed. There’s too much fighting. I’m not fighting, but other people are. All the time. Even though I’m not participating, it’s hard to stand in the middle of a thunderstorm and not get wet.
I need silence. I need calmness. I need a hug.