The Way to a Man's Heart...

...is through his sternum.

Ever experience one of those moods wherein the tension inside seems unbearable? The surface is like glass, but beneath is a maelstrom of emotion; something in the back of your brain is certain that if anyone tries anything, shards of their teeth will have to be dug out of your knuckles. Little things are blown way out of proportion in your mind? Something feels like it wants to explode, but instead just chews up your insides.

For me, this state is usually either brought on, or greatly enhanced, by large groups of unwanted strangers in close proximity. Meeting too many new people. I become anxious, just want to get away and be by myself. Finding ways to relieve the stress; kicking something; listening to music; drawing; writing. Not directly talking, though; at least, not to another person.

I guess that ties into one major allure of being under water...there's just you, the task at hand, and bubbles. And legitimate swinging of hammers with great vigour.

Random tangent. I want work.

Soon.