Whoa. Severe case of the macaroni feeling today.
The macaroni feeling is this weird altered state I slip into sometimes. My senses all kick up an extra notch, and every sound seems to come with exclamation marks, not excitement but intensity. Everything is very intense. It’s not easy to describe. Like – take a pause now, and breathe really hard through your nose, inhale exhale repeat – hyperventilation kinda thing. When I have the macaroni feeling, everything is like that breathing. Imagine a conversation where everything everyone says is like that breathing. Now imagine that cars going past, the washing machine going, even music has the quality of that breathing. It’s weeeird.
It’s a feeling I get now and then, have done since I was a kid. I call it the macaroni feeling because mixed up in my childhood memories of it is the idea of dried macaroni. I don’t know any more than that.
I slipped out of it eventually. Set about distracting myself into doing some home-reorganisation and that did the trick. Parents are back from the UK, so I’m having to actually accommodate them in their own home – how about that? But I now have a work area set up, the first since leaving my last permanent residence back in August. It’s pretty cool to have a home base again, actually.
C’est tout.