Wednesday, March 28, 2012

A Helium Balloon

My tears are so close to the surface, waiting for any excuse to break through.  Today I went to work and did my job.  I helped my students while having no real connection to being there.  I have no grounding.  No connection.  I feel like a helium balloon, floating, tethered by a string.  I don't belong there.  I don't want to be there--and I can tell that people notice.  It's not a bad experience.  I'd just rather not.  After work today I got another massage.  The touch is a good excuse to for my tears to flow.

4 comments:

Pagan Topologist said...

I suppose this is an inane comment, but I keep having the recurring thought that I am glad you are thinking of yourself as a helium filled balloon. If you were a hydrogen filled balloon, you would be even more buoyant, but possibly flammable, too.

I AM ANOTHER said...

Ha, thanks Pagan! Inane comment work for me sometimes! And maybe it's not that inane really.

Pagan Topologist said...

BTW, there is another topology conference in Chico this year, but I won't be able to attend. It conflicts with my final exams. Too bad! It would have been nice to see you again.

I AM ANOTHER said...

Well, sorry you can't make it this year Pagan but it would be lovely to see you again. Next time!