Man, I gotta tell ya, this past month, it’s just been… something else, you know? Like, usually, I just roll through the days, whatever comes, comes. But lately, there’s been this weird vibe in the air, a real fog almost. I started noticing it a couple of weeks back, this heavy kind of feeling, like everyone around me was suddenly walking around with their heads in the clouds, or maybe even under water.
I remember this one afternoon, I was just trying to get some stuff done, mundane things, bills, emails, the usual grind. And I just couldn’t focus. My mind kept drifting, jumping from one random thought to another. Felt like I was trying to grab smoke. I kept staring out the window, just watching the drizzle, and thinking about absolutely nothing and everything all at once. It was a bizarre kind of mental static, almost dreamy but also kinda distracting.
Then I started observing my buddies. My buddy Mark, who’s usually all about numbers and being super logical, he called me up one night, totally out of the blue. He wasn’t talking about work or sports, nothing like that. He was just rambling about this strange dream he had, asking me what I thought it meant. He was going on and on about colors and feelings from it. I just sat there listening, kinda stunned, because it wasn’t like him at all to get so deep or introspective about something like a dream. He usually just shrugs that stuff off.
And my sister, man, she was even wilder. She started sending me these really long, emotional texts, about how she was feeling overwhelmed by everything, how she just wanted to get away, hide somewhere quiet. She’s usually a pretty bubbly person, always on the go. But this month, she was just… feeling everything so intensely. One day, she’d be super down about something small, the next day, she’d be gushing about some random act of kindness she witnessed. It was like her emotional volume knob got cranked up to eleven.
I saw it at work too, not in a bad way, but just different. My colleague, Sarah, who usually keeps to herself, suddenly started talking about wanting to volunteer more, to help out at a local shelter. She was telling me about how she just felt this intense pull to do something good, to make a difference, even if it was small. And she was usually so practical, always focused on her own projects. This felt like a real shift in her priorities, almost like she was driven by pure feeling rather than logic.
It was like everyone was operating on a different frequency. More empathetic, yeah, but also more sensitive. Like walking on eggshells sometimes, you know? You had to be careful with what you said, because things just seemed to hit people harder. A simple comment could be taken to heart in a way it normally wouldn’t be.
I remember one evening, I was just hanging out, scrolling through stuff, and I stumbled upon some old photos. And usually, I’d just glance and move on. But this time, I found myself getting lost in them, feeling all nostalgic and kinda sad about things that happened years ago. It felt like my feelings were just running loose, unchecked. It wasn’t unpleasant, just… big. Everything felt bigger, emotionally speaking.
I even started doing things I normally wouldn’t. I ended up spending a whole afternoon just listening to old instrumental music, just letting it wash over me. No words, no real rhythm, just pure flow. And I found myself just sketching in an old notebook, just mindless doodles, spirals and waves. I haven’t done that since I was a kid. It felt really good, actually, like a release. Like I wasn’t trying to do anything, just be and feel and let my hand move.
Then I was chatting with my aunt on the phone, and she casually mentioned something about “it being a watery month” and “everyone feeling it.” And it just clicked. Like a lightbulb went off, you know? All these little pieces suddenly fit together. The dreaminess, the heightened emotions, the wanting to help, the escapism, the feeling lost in thought or music, the sensitivity… it all started to make sense in a strange, non-logical way.
It wasn’t about anything concrete or a big event. It was just this prevailing atmosphere, this current that everyone seemed to be caught in. And once I connected those dots, once I realized what was going on, it actually helped me navigate it better. Instead of fighting that scattered feeling, I just leaned into it, let my mind wander a bit, gave myself permission to feel things without needing a reason. It’s wild, man, how you can just observe these things playing out in real life, right in front of your eyes, if you just stop and look around.
