A different kind of restless
Oct. 11th, 2010 02:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The Beast is clawing away at me, just under the skin. And this restlessness is so much harder to ignore. Screaming, snarling, roaring at me. The urge to get out, flee, run, hide, run, run, don't look back, get away, push people away, runrunrunrunrun. And where the need to move, fight, MOVE is hard to ignore, this is 10, 20 times worse. The urge to run away from everything, everyone who's close to me, everyone who knows me. And it hurts to ignore it. Because it would be so easy to just walk out and disappear. And there's a normal part of me that wants to. To just move, go, escape, leave and not come back, just me, my laptop, and a few other things. It would be so easy, and part of me wants to. I want to listen to the urge to be anywhere but here, and just leave all the worries about school and stuff behind. I want to not care about getting through college, and it's so hard to resist.
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Date: Oct. 12th, 2010 04:47 am (UTC)And I honestly am a christian. I don't consider other religions wrong because they aren't the same, but I myself am a christian. I mean, maybe part of this is needing to really look at myself and what I believe and stuff, but to me, the teachings of Jesus(from the bible, not twisted by other people) have just always made sense. **Shrugs** I actually like talking to people of other religions about belief systems and such. Belief in one does not make all others wrong.
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Date: Oct. 12th, 2010 04:51 am (UTC)Maybe part of your stress is that you can't stop thinking about how stressed you are. It's a vicious circle and one I know all too well. And I'm not trying to convert you to Buddhism or anything but I heard this once, and I think you might find it relevant, or at least you might understand it:
"Once there was a monk who was being chased by a tiger. The monk ran to the edge of a cliff and found a vine, which he climbed down to escape the tiger. But he couldn't climb all the way to the bottom, because there was another tiger below him. So as the monk hung there, he noticed a small cluster of grapes growing on the cliff side, and a couple of mice which had been eating them. The mice, for some reason, jumped onto the vine above the monk and started chewing through it.
The monk couldn't go up, and he couldn't go down, and he couldn't just sit there for too much longer, so what did he do?
Answer: He ate a grape."
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Date: Oct. 12th, 2010 04:59 am (UTC)That's probably some of it. I think following this pull is me eating my grape.