Week In Review: Part 1- Tyr In Your Hand

NOTE: I have decided to review this week starting Tuesday. Stay tuned for daily updates on whatever...who cares if you don't? I don't, fuck you!

The depression express has been derailed! All of its tiny sad little passengers are charred and broken. How dope is that?

As you know from the previous (maudlin) post, I had been tangled in a cycle of regret and obsession by comparing myself to others in the worst possible light. But as I was driving to uni this morning something shifted. What started during the song Sheep, got more powerful in Down the Line and I was almost destroyed by an upwelling of confidence. Don't let the darkness eat you up, don't let the darkness eat you up...

I quite literally took his advice and said (though I must not admit it) "Free from love, Farrell. Free from love" (I call myself Farrell when reassuring myself).

Things like this...real shifts in my view hardly ever happen. My addiction to terrible ideas and feelings makes it seem like things will never change, but today I sincerely feel good, as if I'm not in need of that emotional heroin: the idea of some impossible love from bores that don't give a shit about me, no longer waiting for the love that isn't real and will never arrive. Free from love, Farrell...

The musical therapy continued as I drove on to school, and my iPod knew what to do. It kept spooling off songs that had distinct tones of closure about them, like songs that would be played at the end of a movie after everything is resolved. The lyrics and the sound of times passed, moving on...

Things just got better and better all day, working with my colleagues in the clinic, I broke another part of the spell that's been looping in my mind. This idea had developed that people who work in offices are much better than me "wow, so interesting," I would say "so exotic and stylish!" This is obviously not true, but to someone like me, whose never worked in an office, its easy to make that mistake, as everyone talks about it all the goddamned time. I realised its much cooler and more rewarding working in healthcare.

OFFICIAL MEMO: fuck you office losers with your bullshit suits and promotions. Go on and suck my wig!
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HIGHLIGHTS:

1. Obviously starting to feel better is the number 1 highlight.
2. Working in Radiography with Daniel and we were joking about how the xray exposure button looks like a microphone. Daniel sings "it had to be you" into the 'mic'.
3. Minutes later Daniel picks up a real human skull with the top cut off it and croons "it had to be you" into the bowl of bones.
4. At work, this viet guy rents movies and his surname is (impossibly) Farrell!?!? I asked him about it and he says "my girlfriend's account" to which I say "your girlfriend is a count?!" Hahahaha, we all laughed.
   

VERDICT: Awesome day, this is a keeper.