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Idiodyssey
Have you ever started a conversation only to realize once the other person you're talking to is actually engaged and listen to you-- you find yourself wanting to bail from the interaction and go crawl under a bus? If the conversation continues you realize you'll need cue cards. You pray for the other person to get a violent case of diarrhea so the encounter will end.
Do you ever find yourself formulating the best speech, rebuttal, argument, blog post, or response while you're in the shower (forgetting to wash your hair) only to forget the speech, rebuttal, argument, blog post, or response minutes after you get out of the shower?
Have you ever had a fresh perspective to contribute, only to realize when you open your mouth to make said contribution: a.) you are in the fit of a full-blown rage, b.) your mind drifts off to Cuba and you are wondering if the Dali Lama surfs the net for porn, or c.) you talk in shapes and colors**.
Or have you ever realized that your thoughts are about as cohesive as smoke?
I hate to bring these things up because when Leslie reads this post she will automatically assume (she's not a doctor but she plays one on the Internet) I need therapy, drugs, electro-shock, and a colonoscope just for good measure.
I don't think I'm depressed, I just feel "out of joint". Getting through my day is like driving a car with bad steering... I'm having to concentrate on things I normally wouldn't-- like conversations.
It hasn't been anything prolonged either, just noticable.
God knows there are plenty of reasons why my head is up my ass. Work would have to be HIGH up on that list-- if not tops!
Spirit or Serotonin? Emotions are chemicals, right?
Thank you for letting me use your couch Dr. Internet. Will you file my insurance or do I need to pay as I leave?
**It's true. I've made chili that tasted square.
7/20/2004 08:56:01 PM
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