I've been in an on-and-off funk the past few days. One day I am wonder woman and feel as though I can take on the world...The next I feel defeated, like my arch enemy has once again hidden kryptonite somewhere in my life to slowly suck the life from me. This ebb and flow is often not day-to-day, but even an hour-to-hour fluctuation. I have become very good at pretending to be kind and calm. My patience is under a constant barrage. I like to believe that I am a kind and calm person, but so often I feel as though a bubbling magma flow steams just beneath the surface, just begging for prime conditions to erupt in a Mt. Vesuvius display of destruction. Such is the life of a supershero.
I suppose it's a gift I have to be able in large part to manage my emotions. I've only seen Vesuvius blow twice in my life. Both were aided by intoxication and resulted in sheer destruction.
Wow, looking back now, I think I'd like to retract my previous statement. Vesuvius is not really that: Bubbly just under the surface...It's more like it is deep in my core, just a hot centered reminder of what destruction once was...I don't ever see myself erupting in a display similar to my two previous encounters any time soon. Maybe perhaps if someone hurt a loved one or something along those lines...My god, I have come a long way.
Clearly I also have a knack at cheering myself up.
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