Land of Lakes and Volcanoes

In the grand tradition of narcissistic 20-something bloggers (I've got one more year to use that title, so I'm doing it), I am going to blab about something deeply personal that is frustrating the hell out of me. Two Fridays ago, I hated myself more than anyone else on the planet.  I had some stuff going on, and it was one of those things where how I was feeling was embarrassing and would have been difficult to explain, but like 90% of my bad days, it was relationship related.  The self-loathing part is when I hate myself for feeling that way.  I hate that I'm so weak as to feel something that would be impossible to say out loud to even my closest friends.  I hate having emotions that, were I to see them in someone else, would make me deeply dislike that person.  Much like everything else emotionally, I am coming to recognize that these days happen, and they pass, and I just have to wait a little while to feel like myself again.  However, despite the rarity of these day