Knit Night

Once again, Friday has arrived, and I'm at the yarn shop!  Oh, so much to tell the knitting gang, so much to do.  I got a new graphic novel (Dr. Who, of course) in the mail, I've got planning to do for a trip later this year (and a passport form to fill out ASAP), and then of course I have two or three knitting projects with me to work on.  So what am I doing?  Blogging.

I'm starting to write letters to several celebs who I feel have helped me along a road of mourning and recovery.  Who knows if I'll hear back from them, but I feel like they should know that their work means something deep to this particular fan.  Sometimes I cry more to TV shows (even commercials, embarrassingly) than to my own grief.  But it's sort of like music, a gateway that lets me release all that emotion and get my head straight again.  (speaking of music, I'm about 600 songs into my playlist)

I wonder if this "holding in" of emotions goes back to middle- and junior high-school, when I tried to be as unemotional as Mr. Spock from Star Trek.  Literally.  He was my hero, because stuff rarely seemed to get to him, and as a young person I felt like waaay too much got to me.  Pressed my buttons, made me mad or sad or crying and very self-conscious about it.  So, I tried to be Vulcan-serious.  Maybe not the best thing, since I still felt so close to breaking down when the other kids were cruel.  There wasn't such an awareness of bullying then.  And I really think it's tougher now, what with social media and cell phones being such a part of everyday life for so many kids.  It's hard to get away from all the snide comments, snubs, etc.   All of that is just as much bullying as shoving you down and taking your lunch money.  Maybe worse, since it's psychological and the wounds aren't visible.

I really want to pick up my needles and knit something, now.  Creative juices, flow!