Feeling Feelings

I feel a feel-y feel that feels...feeling-y...

May 14, 2026

Has the word ‘feeling’ lost its meaning yet? Maybe it will by the end of this post!

I have been feeling lots of Feelings. I’ll interject here with the caveat that I am currently feeling pretty good—but if someone were to ask how I’d been feeling a month or so ago I would’ve said, “mmm, doin’ okay!” Which roughly translates to: feeling pretty depressed and anxious! Unemployment and watching an industry (that once sustained you) dry up before your very eyes have created a thrum of stress, and I can pretty easily manage to fill up my ample time sitting, paralyzed over…everything. What to do? Memorialize it in comics, I guess.

“I feel like I’m all electric. I’m dying! I’m dying!” (taken from a note I made while I was…Feeling)

Coincidentally, my occular migraines manifest as a loop! I dunno, maybe that means something cosmically.

I’d been getting more of them recently (with the influx of ~~Negative~~ Feelings, methinks). And recently, I had an aura mid-dream—which I never considered as a thing that happens. But life finds a way.

But all these Feelings are phenomena, and temporal… …and after a while I find I actually don’t like wallowing in a puddle of my own misery. In my movement through life I will suddenly find myself submerged, enmeshed, in a Feeling…and then at some point I suddenly find myself out of it.

And sometimes, when I’m hungover or migrainous or sick, I find myself in a wild combination of Feelings that almost seems akin to awe. It’s bizarre, feeling something so good coming out of feeling so (physically) bad.

I have a living body. Embodiment. Everything is alive and so am I!

A sunshine moment. A golden feeling of being alive. Nausea!

minutiae

Eddie started checking out books at the library, and I am riding his coattails (reading the books he checks out after he’s done and before he has to return them). So I have started reading again after a pretty long hiatus.

All the books I’ve read recently have been very good and not particularly ego-triggering. This comic has just been desperately waiting in the wings.

And I started keeping isopods—because what’s one more financially irresponsible niche to get into! I saw mancae in my enclosures the other day and was positively thrilled. I dunno how thrilled the baby was to see me.