The Upside to Having Feelings 16-20

16
That feeling you get when someone hates the person you love.

17
That feeling you get when someone loves the person you hate.

18
That feeling you get when everyone's high-strung and you're too depressed to blend in.

19
That feeling you get when you have nowhere to go--and no one cares.


20
That feeling you get when you're sleeping on someone's couch.

The Upside to Having Feelings 11-15

11
That feeling you get when you have really great news and the only person you really want to tell it to is dead.

12
That feeling you get when your life is in shambles and your friends drag you to a party and it's really wild and you get really drunk and everyone's having a great time
...except you.

13
That feeling you get when you realize you don't really belong to anyone.

14
That feeling you get when you realize you wish you did.

15
That feeling you get when you know someone wants you--even if you don't want them.

The Upside to Having Feelings: 6-10

6
That feeling you get when you realize you're the 'psychotic, emotionally unstable broad with baggage and mommy issues' that everyone refers to and inherently fears/avoids.

7
That feeling you get when you miss someone a lot, and when you finally see them, they're overly casual about not having seen you in weeks/months/years.

8
That feeling you get when you realize you're fucking hot and can date/homewreck/hit on/fuck anyone you choose.

9
That feeling you get when you realize you're fucking the wrong person.

10
That feeling you get when you realize spending your life with one particular person wouldn't be so terrible. In fact, it would be terribly fantastic.

The Upside to Having Feelings: 1-5

1
That feeling you get when your family/boyfriend/girlfriend/fuck buddy breaks up with you and you realize that the last time you had dinner together/cuddled/fucked would be the last time you had dinner together/cuddled/fucked.

2
That feeling you get when someone you know finds you and someone else that is very unattractive (in theory), attractive. Are you on the same level of attractiveness as that person? Are they more attractive? Is this like the voice thing, where how you hear yourself isn't really how you sound? Are you hideous?

3
That feeling you get when someone's dying, starts to look as though they'll make a full recovery, then dies!

4
That feeling you get when the person you love leaves the car/apartment/house/city. You know, the feeling that's causing you to rehash what time you spent with them before they left so that if they're inexplicably shot or something, you're fifty percent ready.

5
That feeling you get when you love something as if it's yours, but it really isn't, and no matter how often people remind you it isn't yours, you get intensely attached. Then, the real owner of your beloved scoops it up and places it just beyond your reach.

The Upside to Having Feelings

I'm in the middle of writing The Upside to Having Feelings. I plan for it to be a strange chronicle of the way I interpret emotions in different situations and attempt to relay exactly how I'm feeling. I can never explain how I feel without giving adequate examples in order to gauge whether or not someone understands exactly how I feel. A lot of what I've started begins with "that feeling you get when...", and explains a particular feeling that many people have felt in different situations and relating or comparing it to something else. I'm just going to start posting these individually and hope everyone gets the picture. It's mostly meant to be humorous and relatable.

There are no characters, there is no real plot, just the feelings.

I'm in the middle of developing an idea for a book. I'll post excerpts later on this week.
In the meantime, check out my tumblr: http://fashionandbrunch.tumblr.com/

I've been out walking

in case you were wondering...

I am a nameless,
faceless,
map of my family
covered in freckles
with a blue smear 
over one eye or the other
---I can never remember which.
All I know is what I 
care to remember
and all I remember is
what I care to know.
I've been labeled emotionally frustrating,
but I don't think that's fair
given the circumstances.
My hair and eyes are
always wild
and I can never remember
what day it is when I
wake up.
I only want to go to 
Chicago to pretend to be 
Ferris Bueller for a day.
Is this getting too personal?
I thought so,
but that won't keep me 
from continuing. 
I have no self-control
when it comes to men,
and I've never learned 
how to whistle.
I think it has something to do with
being bad at learning hands-on skills.
Also, I can only apply mascara
with my mouth slightly open.
Nothing else works.
In addition, I always
spray perfume behind
my neck, so people 
think I naturally smell 
like Bulgari pour femme
and Vaseline Cocoa Butter.
Falsifications. 
My breath smells like 
Miller High Life because 
I've had five beers and
have no recollection of
opening the first one.


Correction: Six beers.


Anyway, I've always
wanted to be a literary genius, have I told you
that? Probably not.


Drinking doesn't make me forget anything. I don't drink to

forget.


Drinking actually makes me remember ridiculously mediocre details about my past;


strange people I've kissed,
what I used to order on my pizza,
the last time I shaved my legs,
etc., etc., etc.




...this is all in case you were wondering.

Going.

I'm going to paint my fingernails green and wear sunglasses in the library. I'm going to be an enigma. I'm going to sell my ipod on ebay and buy a record player instead. I'm going to use a lot of "oohs" and "ahhs" and "dah-lings". I'm going to New York to visit a friend, and when I say "friend", I mean J.D. Salinger's apartment. I'm going to try a liquid fast for three weeks. I'm going to join a bellydancing class next Monday. I'm going to tell the person I'm in love with that I'm not in love with them, check the weather forecast, then chase them down in the pouring rain and admit the truth. I'm going to hope they have a sense of humor about the whole thing. I'm going to stop checking voicemails. I'm going to stop leaving them too. I'm going to stoping exuding the vibe of emotional instability. I'm going to cut my bangs and hide behind my human hair curtain. I'm going to sing loudly with my ragged, shrill voice. I'm going to wear hotpants to my wedding reception. I'm going to see a relationship therapist -maybe she'll know why I'm single. Maybe she'll know that it's because I want to be. I'm going to start a stamp collection. I'm going to start collecting vintage watches, too. I'm going to stop burning bridges before I build them. I'm going to stop committing to people, because no one commits to me. I'm going to sit up straight and pay attention. I'm going to see something I haven't yet. I'm going to turn on my heels a la Holly Golightly, and leave everyone in the wind.


For good.

on particularly gruesome days,
the air tastes like tar,
and the sun stings 
like antiseptic. 
these are the days
that follow the days
I've been in love.

I fall in love with something 
everywhere I go,
scraping after it
until the chase is over
and all that lingers 
are the smells of cold chinese food
and latex.
The previous days are,
the way I tell it,
romantic,
but after a few sleepless nights
the spell is broken 
and I dizzily wander home
---clutching lampposts
at every corner.


I've got to stop doing this.
I should play cat-and-mouse
or---
coyly escape feverish first kisses
and duck embraces
at every turn.



But,
I can't.
I mix and mingle and
am prematurely in love
---for now.