  *sigh* I had a teensy-weensy nervous breakdown on Friday. Nothing extraordinary. Just the usual crying, screaming and praying for death. *nods* Not suicidal (gods no! ) I just wanted to go poof. You know, be instantly zapped to an alternate form of energy placement. ...Kind of like praying for Scotty to beam you out of trouble. I'm one of those people that really keeps an ultra death-grip hold on their emotions.
I use them to propel me through life. It's very efficient and clean burning fuel. I'm quite convinced that since I've learned to harness this power I've become near invincible. Just ask my cats. They will tell you ALL about the Lean, mean logical machine. Alas, even the most sophisticated power house needs to release pressure in some way or it will implode and create a vacuum. (Nature abhors a vacuum) My daily release comes in the form of artistic expression... usually in written word. I also sing. Great fun. Keeps the chakras free running and low maintenance. The big bad-ass multi-user build up is what gets me every now and again. Can you imagine what my aura looks like? (What with being subjected to an almost constant influx of emotional toxic waste!
) Let's see...how shall I describe it... well, It's very much like walking through wet strips of cling-wrap. It doesn't stick to me, it sticks to itself. Eventually, I end up frantically wading through a pool of clingy goo. A pit of yuck that isn't even MINE. (See above, usage: "energy to propel") Oh-no...This glop is made up of used cling wrap. You know, from the random people who have joined the picnic. These are people that bring really disgusting food to the table.
Like Marshmallow & Pimento salad. [insert involuntary shudder] Are you picturing this clearly? It's about the color of lemon pudding... with lumps. Basically... all I did on Friday... was displace an emotional Lugie. Now everything will run a little more lean here in la-la land... ...Maybe I should look into replacement parts BEFORE everything falls apart again 
