[m4w] Another Tricky Day
Jan. 5th, 2004 01:38 pmthat Who song and
this Cars song have poisoned me or something.
Or, like Rappaccini, made me immune to such poisons (and make me react ill towards things the rest of you find non-toxic?)
Here she asks you to make sure you're not overreacting, a la Chicken Little.
I find it so annoying when people play up crises, (or gravitiate towards people in constant crisis and yet complain that I am too high maintenance for them when it certainly appears that the real problem is I'm not as attractively broken), that I constantly re-evaluate my own meltdowns. Of course, I end up overreacting to piddling shit instead. Yeah, that's a solution. sigh.
Perhaps I need to adapt the Beavis & Butthead theory here. That theory being that my brain requires a minimum level of pointless, non-intellectually stimulating entertainment, and if I eschew IRC, TV, LJ, etc., then I'll find myself sorting cocktail monkeys, and eventually lining them up like toy soldiers and trying to determine rank by the infrequency of their color. However, at least Beavis and Butthead might offer some bit of trivia about obscure Roman Gods.
If I'm always going to respond to n% of my life situations as a flaming drama queen, no matter what's happening in my life at the time, then I suppose I can pick better.
Then again, stressing out about who hasn't added me as an LJ friend can be quickly dismissed as non-life-threatening when necessary, and keeps serious situations from affecting my blood pressure, which was 120/80 this weekend, in spite every aspect of my family playing a role, including the bit about "you've drank the kool-aid!" for not wanting another 4 years of the current regime. (If they responded to my "GWB, inc. did x" with something better than "But Clinton did y!" I'd feel a little more motivation to reconsider their version of reality. But, before this really upsets me, let me check my user info page again.)
Perhaps I am onto something, you know, other than being a complete spazz.
this Cars song have poisoned me or something.
Or, like Rappaccini, made me immune to such poisons (and make me react ill towards things the rest of you find non-toxic?)
Here she asks you to make sure you're not overreacting, a la Chicken Little.
I find it so annoying when people play up crises, (or gravitiate towards people in constant crisis and yet complain that I am too high maintenance for them when it certainly appears that the real problem is I'm not as attractively broken), that I constantly re-evaluate my own meltdowns. Of course, I end up overreacting to piddling shit instead. Yeah, that's a solution. sigh.
Perhaps I need to adapt the Beavis & Butthead theory here. That theory being that my brain requires a minimum level of pointless, non-intellectually stimulating entertainment, and if I eschew IRC, TV, LJ, etc., then I'll find myself sorting cocktail monkeys, and eventually lining them up like toy soldiers and trying to determine rank by the infrequency of their color. However, at least Beavis and Butthead might offer some bit of trivia about obscure Roman Gods.
If I'm always going to respond to n% of my life situations as a flaming drama queen, no matter what's happening in my life at the time, then I suppose I can pick better.
Then again, stressing out about who hasn't added me as an LJ friend can be quickly dismissed as non-life-threatening when necessary, and keeps serious situations from affecting my blood pressure, which was 120/80 this weekend, in spite every aspect of my family playing a role, including the bit about "you've drank the kool-aid!" for not wanting another 4 years of the current regime. (If they responded to my "GWB, inc. did x" with something better than "But Clinton did y!" I'd feel a little more motivation to reconsider their version of reality. But, before this really upsets me, let me check my user info page again.)
Perhaps I am onto something, you know, other than being a complete spazz.