Trans-Moodiness
The start of a 90ish-day journey in making moodiness chic and c*nt.
I'm in the park thinking about how moody I am.
I thought it was a bad thing for a second, but then I realized the alternative was not being in touch with my emotions at all—or happily not feeling them, which sounds like ass.
What I would change is how my mood affects those closest to me.
As a moody extrovert, I constantly have to be aware of my feelings. It’s exhausting and probably contributes to the bitchy part of the moodiness.
99% of the time it isn’t someone else’s fault. My moodiness is innate and some people get caught in the crossfire.
Usually, it’s the people I care most about.
Based on personal observation, I would assume it’s my social battery depleting quicker than I expect. Or the fact that sneak disses roll out of me like exhales. That’s mostly to keep me entertained. Nonetheless, it doesn’t always land. And negative moodiness is where things go to die—in my opinion.
I say all that to say that it’s time to transmute my moodiness into a more useful energy.
I turn 27 in 90ish days.
My birthday present to myself is to do just that.
For the next 90ish days, I want to foster a community around saying the quiet part out loud, in a safe space, as an outlet rather than using that energy in a way that slows self-development.
Maybe we’d all be less moody, whether we’re aware of it or not if we figured out how to gracefully release.
Yes, I will work on this