do you ever get them? the fuglies I mean? funky ugly moments that make you crawl back into bed and ignore the ringing phone... dishes in the sink.... chores and responsibilities....
I used to think the fuglies were related to my depression but if you have been on anti-depressants for this long and your depression isn't running your life anymore because those anti-depressants are working, then you can't really blame the fuglies on being depressed.
fuglies just ARE.
little black moods that descend from time to time, usually following a busy week or a lack of sleep or a cold rainy day or a prolonged absence of chocolate....
funky-ugly is often associated with house decor that needs to be re-gifted and quickly, but I find fuglies in my brain and my heart every so often and like hair in a drain it clogs things up rather quickly. It annoys and frustrates me. Like a spider web across the doorway it even creeps me out. Other times the fuglies just linger like a shadow, not quite touching but still casting a cloud over the rest of life.
I can't box these up and tote them to the goodwill but I can try and recast them in a better light. My bible and worship music are 2 of the best fugly sweepers I have (with chocolate a close 3rd) but sometimes it is so much easier to just give in to the fuglies and let it sweep me.
I don't stay in them for long. Usually a day in my jammies alternating between bed and couch, naps and books, is sufficient enough time. It just seems easier to let the fuglies run their course.
**DISCLAIMER: in urban lingo I discovered fugly means something else-- something rather uglier than just funk and I wish to go on record that MY version of fugly means funky ugly.