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Tuesday, October 10, 2006
the air is talking
Sometimes there's this air of discomfort that just wraps around you. You wish you could explain it. I just call it plain feeling iffy. Uncomfortable. Unfitting. There's just this aura of wrongness. It doesn't need an overt discussion. Nobody needs to tell you. Nothing needs to happen. It doesn't mean something negative is really happening (at the moment) either. It could mean that your subconscious is just making you imagine things. Hyphothesize things. Overthink things.

Is it what you call gut? The stomach talking and not the brain? This feeling of iffy-ness is not easy to shake off either. It's forgettable. But it just needs the littlest of provocations to ease out again. I hate feeling iffy. It's like I don't know what to do. Because it's not real. You're assuming it could be real. But in the end, it's just an assumption. You can't pinpoint what you did wrong. You can't even decide if it's you. Or someone else. Or something.

Iffyness leads to yammering. Like what's happening now. There's something iffy in the air. My nose is involuntarily twitching in thought. I don't know what to do. And I don't know what's the thing I should do about. Confusing isn't it.

Maybe I need to go home.
dezphaire strapped in @ 4:36 PM  

12 Comments:

  • At 5:52 PM, Anonymous jojo said…

    i highly suspect you just really need to go home take the iffyness away.

    tara na...

     
  • At 10:47 PM, Blogger Abaniko said…

    Hmm. You sure you're wearing the right shoes today? ;)

     
  • At 10:55 PM, Anonymous K said…

    The feeling's mutual dez. And you know what I did? I traded in my N70. Now I felt slightly better - bec, right now starving. Kung pwede lang gawing ulam ang mobile phone, if you know what I mean.

    Keep on smilin'.

     
  • At 8:00 AM, Blogger soultude said…

    I got that yesterday too.. could it have been "world iffy day" yesterday? I couldn't shake it off,i had to down the 1st alcoholic beverage i got hold of ..some cheap cooking wine. BAD CHOICE! BTW i'm no alkie.

     
  • At 10:15 AM, Blogger dezphaire said…

    jojo: good thing the iffyness was gone by the time i got home :) i guess the traffic helped.

    abaniko: platforms with 3-inch stilleto heels! they're killer right!

    K: ummm i'm not prepared to trade in anything that i own at the moment. but hey, if it made you feel better :) i guess that method works! hunger or no hunger.

    soultude: yah World Iffy Day! i haven't had my dose of alcohol in a long time -- new shoes, i mean.

     
  • At 3:45 PM, Blogger cruise said…

    the good thing is you knew what you are going through or you knew your situation, hope youll find solution to get rid of iffyness :)

     
  • At 4:04 PM, Blogger wandering storyteller said…

    hey, you can run! pick up your rubber shoes and run!

    tell God about your day while running. pwede din. o kaya eat ice cream. hehehehehe.

     
  • At 12:15 PM, Anonymous fencesitter said…

    Could it be guilt? You know, of doing something, of NOT doing something, stuff like that. :)

     
  • At 2:25 PM, Anonymous ralphT said…

    i just think that you need rest... and a *hug* ;)

     
  • At 9:21 PM, Blogger yuri said…

    i do feel that too at times when all things are going too well. u cant help it. paranoid na. hahaha

     
  • At 7:33 AM, Blogger idealpinkrose said…

    go home and take a rest sis....listen to music at sumabay na rin sa kanta para ma-release...or tama ang ginawa mo...idaan na lang sa blog...hehe..

     
  • At 9:11 AM, Blogger qroon said…

    isang sotapas lang ang katapat nyan. he he he.

     

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