And yet...
Is it possible to go slightly bonkers in such a way that bills still get paid and meals still eaten? I do all of the things I normally do but suddenly there is a sort of mental "go/no-go" switch in my mind. It checks the events of the day against a little meter that gauges just how close to the abyss I've stepped that day and thus far has ensured that no, this isn't the day I go absolutely doolally in the Wal-Mart.
It certainly lends an edge to buying milk, though.
Someone suggested that I am likely just stressed. "Oh that's just stress," they said, when I explained the restless tension my little check valve cha-cha towards madness was giving me. "You should do some yoga, and go for a walk or read or something."
I already do all of those things. Am I suddenly reading or walking incorrectly?
I consulted my family physician and Dr. Google suggested that the migraines and constant sensation of fleeing from a giant rabid polar bear through endless dark caves with no hope of escape were nothing more than mild depression. Possibly brought on by the move and the new house and job, he also suggested yoga and physical activity. It was either depression or cancer, but I feel like he was just covering all his bases with that one.
The "or something" my friend suggested has some possibilities. I would like to get a stand-up paddle board this year, because nothing is funnier than a grown woman with an inner-ear imbalance attempting to hold Warrior 1 Pose, while bobbing on a foam board in the middle of the Saint Lawrence Seaway. I also want to learn how to ride a motorcycle. Again, my inner-ear will no doubt ensure this is HILARIOUS.
Until then I guess I can try walking differently, maybe backwards, and hope that my little valve holds up until I can afford the new Ducati.
 Superbike 959 Panigale (US Version) @ $40,000 I shall name her Beverley |
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