Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Why? Why Not!
This morning I started crying while blow-drying my hair. Why? I don't know. Quickly, I tried to come up with a good reason. It's... raining outside. My hair doesn't look good. I, umm... nope. There was no good reason for it at all. So I decided that it was all due to low self-esteem and went on with my day.
Yesterday, I resisted taking a bath. I made it until one o'clock in the afternoon, and then I really ran out of things that could be done with nest-like hair and pajamas. Why didn't I want to take a bath? I'm not six years old anymore, so what was bothering me about the very idea of ceasing to wander through my house with dirty hair and slippers on? I couldn't figure it out and so I had to go take a bath anyway.
A few years ago, I was driving home from work, listeneing to All Things Considered, everything pretty much normal. Then I realized that I was saying the words 'spotted eggs' over and over again in a Sean Connery voice. 'Shpotted Aigs.' The hell! That's crazy! Why was I doing this?
What bothers me is that there is no train of thought leading up to these events. They just... happen. Like the time I got so angry for no reason that I actually lost my vision for a few seconds. Or just now, when I got dressed and ended up looking like Mobile's version of Bjork. (It's good on Bjork, just not quite right for the rest of us.) In Nobokov's 'Look at the Harlequins!' he warns all of his wives and lovers that he has the potential to become insane because of his inability to reverse a mental map. I think my warning signs are far more prominent, but I have told no one. Until now.
So, tell me, is this normal, or do I need some help?
// posted by Amethyst Vineyard @ 8:31 PM 
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I had this friend, well friend of a friend, well friend of a sort-of friend, see she (the sort-of friend) was a pathological liar -- the third one I have known (they are all so charming in that, in my experience, they don't even particularly care to cover up their lies -- it's all so cheerful), so how much of a friend could she be? Anyway, she was dating this guy named "Delsun" or some other uber-redneck kind of name. He lost his job -- at the food co-op, no less -- because, as an Asian patron was passing through his checkout line, he squinted up his face into Jerry Lewis asian mode and shouted "Can ah herp you prease." He couldn't explain why he did it (I don't know how you could explain it, really).
"Spotted eggs." I found myself clucking (as a chicken) "Columbia, the Gem on the Ocean" once in the car. What could it mean?
"Spotted eggs." I found myself clucking (as a chicken) "Columbia, the Gem on the Ocean" once in the car. What could it mean?
I had a South African teacher for pre-calculus in high school, and she had the most wonderful accent, so lilting and beautiful, that one day, when she had asked a question, I answered her in her accent accidentally. I failed pre-cal with an average of 34.
Is it astrological? Things seem weird at our house. Stress? Not enough sun? (True in Duluth.) The imminent end of things?
It's going around. Is that comforting?
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It's going around. Is that comforting?
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