Drip, drip, drip
Three feet of snow in the past 10 days.
A $1,309.64 monthly healthcare bill.
We regret to inform you that
we are pursuing other candidates for this position.
The hot water heater is shot.
A musician I've admired since I was a teenager
someone who rarely tours
is coming to town.
Tickets are $150.
A dinner in Brooklyn with one of my oldest friends
the anticipation of which helped me survive the week
was canceled at the last minute
because they kept me at work late
and I moved to New Jersey eight years ago.
An incompetent hair stylist
(see below).
The ceiling fan in the bathroom started rattling.
A broken shoelace with no time left.
Nietzsche speaks of the death of 1,000 pinpricks.
I think I know what he's talking about.
Here comes my
nervous breakdown.
A $1,309.64 monthly healthcare bill.
We regret to inform you that
we are pursuing other candidates for this position.
The hot water heater is shot.
A musician I've admired since I was a teenager
someone who rarely tours
is coming to town.
Tickets are $150.
A dinner in Brooklyn with one of my oldest friends
the anticipation of which helped me survive the week
was canceled at the last minute
because they kept me at work late
and I moved to New Jersey eight years ago.
An incompetent hair stylist
(see below).
The ceiling fan in the bathroom started rattling.
A broken shoelace with no time left.
Nietzsche speaks of the death of 1,000 pinpricks.
I think I know what he's talking about.
Here comes my
nervous breakdown.
posted by The Unbearable Banishment at
7:41 AM
17 Comments:
i'm sorry, sugar, i know the feeling. i'm in scarlet o'hara mode today. xoxox
the little things seem amplified when they descend en masse. you've weathered worse things... hunker down with the family, play in the snow for a couple days, and hit 'reboot' on monday...
I hope that getting this out "on paper" helps dude.
Take a deep breath, or two.
Tackle things, one at a time; try not to let the aggregate be overwhelming.
I like what they said above--
they're right.
And I think that this list is, in a funny way, helpful. You can look clearly at the things that will pass, the things that will be better in the morning, and the things that need to be either dealt with or valiantly ignored for the nonce...
hang in there sweetie. And make another date for that Brooklyn diner, and then hang onto its promise like grim death!!! That's what I would do.
This is when it is very important to remember to a) meditate, b) exercise (exorcise?) the body, c) consume copious, but not irresponsible, quantities of alcohol and d) do NOT stop working on SOMETHING.
I think I listed them in the ideal order, however I seem to place 'c' frequently before the other three...which seems to lessen the frequency of the others....
hang in there.
Are you concentrating on your breathing? Good. Keep breathing.
oh my, so sorry. sounds like all the not-so-good stuff seems really magnified. Thinking of you - be gentle with yourself.
:)
Trying to think of something perky and positive to say, but all that comes to mind fuck that shit.
Does that help?
Savannah: But tomorrow is another day! (Shakes his fist at the sky.)
Daisy: These are minor annoyances but there seems to be an abundance of them at the moment.
Rob: I don't know how helpful it is but it's certainly a lot cheaper than a therapist. Unless you guy start charging me for comments.
Leah: We were all set to go to Teresa's on your suggestion! I haven't had home Polish cooking in so long. I was [am] very disappointed.
JZ: The horrendous weather has prevented me from running. I'm sure that has exacerbated my angst.
PG: Actually I meditate so, yes, I've been watching my breath a lot recently.
Point: That's very sweet of you. Thank you so much.
HIF: Fuck and shit certainly works for me tonight. Will do something perky and positive tomorrow.
SheeeSe UB!
Don't stuff come all at once sometimes!
But, you are alive, and so is Mrs Wife and the family. And stuff sucks times, but cuddle up on the couch with the folks and watch crap TV and laugh and be together. Be well my friend. Be well. :¬)
you could start going to work in your slippers.....
The pain of a thousand pinpricks is merely weakness leaving the body. Fear and pain is what sorts the wheat from the chaff.
Dig in... let defiance shake its own fist at the gathering blackness of the clouds.
Map: Indeed, everything at once. It seems to be part of the human condition. I don't feel alone in that regard.
Nurse: If I can wear my slippers to work, can I also bring my blanket and ask my colleague to read me a story?
Jimmy: I always feel a bit sheepish when I see that you've read my complaining posts. You've risen above circumstances that were much more dire than these. It's humbling.
UB, that aside, see my foot in your arse as a friendly reminder that you have people who look out for you on all shores.
Yesterday I saw a dead wombat by the side of the road.
At least you're not the wombat.
Isn't wombat a nice word to say? Try it. Say it outloud. WOMBAT.
Now extend it a little bit. WOMMMMMBAT. Then repeat it. WOMBAT WOMBAT. Hahahaha. Wombat.
(this made me laugh yesterday. if it doesn't work for you, THEN i'd try suggestions 1-14 above.)
Jimmy: That's exactly what I need once in a while. And you're just the man to deliver it.
Jo: This may be my favorite comment ever. Thank you for the chuckle, my dear.
A number of those things could be made better by migrating to Australia.
Just saying.
Hang in there. February in the Northern Hemisphere blows, but it will pass.
Out of curiosity, who was the musician?
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