A Funk

We all find ourselves in the inevitable funk. It can come out of nowhere, and possesses the power of destroying all possibility. On Cinceo de Mayo my friends and I went to get mexican food because yes, we are that basic. When the somewhat classy burrito joint was packed, we made our way to the local Taco Bell. As I stood in the ever so empty taco bell, searching for anything that had the ‘below 350 calories’ leaf, an ambiguous feeling washed over me that can only be described as bleh. I absorbed the feeling.

Hours later my boyfriend asked me if I was feeling okay. Of course I was okay, I thought. My day was the same as any other. No distinct ups or downs. I had no excuse to label myself as being not okay. Yet, I could not shake the mood I was in. It felt pointless, unnecessary, and gross. When I got home I wrote in my journal.

“I feel weird”.

I stopped writing.

I grabbed candles and a bath bomb and headed to the bathroom. I turned the heat on. I meditated. I told myself, “you are enough”, and “everything happens for a reason”.

I remained unsatisfied.

Then I grabbed my computer. Under the covers, with the muted clanking of my mom doing dishes downstairs, and the next episode of The Office buffering, I felt okay. I wasn’t happy. In fact, I still felt bleh. But I made friends with my funk. I mean, this is me. Today I feel kind of bad and I don’t know why but that’s okay.

We all get into funks. They have no warning or sometimes reason, but that does not invalidate a feeling. A funk is a funk. It is what it is and all we can do is accept that it’s there and maybe laugh at it.

This piece is definitely grammatically incorrect and lacks a central focus but that’s okay. Make light out of your funk guys, you’ll be okay.