Sunday, January 13, 2013
No More Surprises
Guess what? Today is a crazy day. Come along with me on a magical tour of my strained, stained, and stressed psyche. Together we will unlock the mysteries of my brain. Okay, we probably won't, but it's fun to try. Here's the deal: I hate surprises. No, I really do. In my experience, surprises are normally unexpected and unpleasant events that are followed by weeping and gnashing of teeth. Don't believe me? Well, listen, I can name each and every major surprise in my life in the last decade. And every single one was followed by some sort of breakdown. Woe to you if a surprise is lurking in your future, waiting to pounce! Now, the good news for me is: For the past couple months, Yours Truly has been surprise free. Huzzah! The Bad News: I feel I'm due. A surprise is hunting me like that Creepy Ass Clown in Stephen King's IT (a fucked up book, by the way). For that reason, I am anxious. Like I need a Xanax kinda of anxious. This means writing even the simplest of tasks is a challenge at the moment. Don't even get me started on my dissertating struggles. But what can ya do? Nothing I guess. Just pray. Try to put away your computer early. And hope for the best. Woe to me.