So i was going to title the post Cat Got My Tongue, but i thought the chosen title was more appropriate.
I haven't been talking a lot these past few days. I had a perfect weekend in New York and came home to my reality (which isn't actually that bad) of work and soooo many things left to be finished.
At work i have felt like a zombie. The people i work with are perfectly nice people. But i have come to fear that these are the kind of people i will always work with (a little bit too earnest and sweet for their own good). I talk to them, but half the time even i am wondering to myself what i am i talking about.
In other disturbing developments i could not have a decent conversation with a few of my closest friends. I found myself nodding and getting distracted by dust instead of actually listening and responding to them.
But then the final straw came when i had a disturbing dream where i took a really nice blogger (who i read regulary) to a party and instead of me talking to my friends, i let him speak for me. The whole time i was gesturing to my friends as if to say, "See, his competent, sweet, and compassionate. So am i, he just writes better." Craziness.
I couldn't talk, blog, read, or write. It was as though someone put me on stun gun mode. I think the adjustment of living at home and finally coming to terms with some views that might not be popular with my friends is taking its toll. So i'll just take a big breath and try to start the New Year with a little bit of hope and a whole lot of whiskey.
Here's actually my favorite cat Lipa. Who is in the possesion of my tongue. Look at that thing!