Friday night is one night of the week that I look forward to in my cycle of life. I’d wear the most the chilled out dress, messy hair, minimal make-up, and room service is my favorite treat for a Friday. Today is quite different and I still haven’t figured out why and trust me I’m the kind of person who can’t sleep at night if I can’t crack the code, in this case, my own emotional code.
I rarely get the so called déjà vu, I can just go on listening to the songs I danced with Mr. A, the places we hung out at with Mr. B, the conversation with Ms. G, without you know … ‘feeling,’ … or even remembering! All bubbly happy Sabina in the morning until my iPod plays a particular song that just kind of makes me blue for no apparent reason.
Me and my girlfriends decided to pop by at our hang just because I can’t stay still and maybe I should have just tucked in her bed and do the girls night in as she suggested. Point is, you never know until you really know how it feels, I am not a big fan of emotions. We are not exactly best friends.
Tonight, however, I was the Queen of Sensitivity, running into certain someone when you’re emotional even if it’s for a second, my automatic party-is-over mode would activate. Worst part is the reminiscing part. I know we all have that once in a while but for a person who completely blocks that out of her system to have it … on a freakin’ Friday night … that’s just … well let’s just say I’m blogging at 5 a.m. about something that is nothing!
It’s about time I check if I’m on PMS or I’m actually feeling, this is not on my agenda for the week.
