I’m starting this at 2:15 p.m., when I have some energy.
What an awful two weeks.
Abdominal pain. Vomiting. Massive head cold. Much snot. Coughing. Insomnia. Migraine.
You may refer to me as Ms. Side-Eye Crabby McCrank von Pissy (the 3.145rdth).
Cue Leslie Knope:
Again I maintain that all is not lost as long as one holds on to her sense of humor. It has indeed been a rough fortnight (why does nobody use this word anymore?) but there have been patches of mirth. Followed by rage as I read about Christian fundamentalism (current obsession). Followed by much nose-blowing. Followed by extreme napping (I’m contemplating going pro).
I love to laugh.
People tend to assume that the anxious, depressed and ill lose their ability to chortle somewhere between the crying jag, the blood tests and the bottle of Zoloft. Once again, misunderstanding strikes. Only the very lowest, darkest days find me without strength to smile.
My parents are both funny, Dad in a quiet, dry, “did he really just say that?” kind of way and Mom in a goofy, silly kind of way. They regularly exposed my brother and I to comedy growing up, whether in the form of a sitcom, a Mike Neun special on PBS, or in the constant jokes and loving teasing that flowed during family gatherings (my dad has four brothers. When they would get on a roll… Great memories). Ours was not (is not) a perfect family, but one of the things my parents did very well was to teach us how to laugh.
A necessary skill.
I don’t know what the future holds for me. It’s all very vague and uncharted and boldly going where I’ve not gone before. (See this for some context). I won’t be a stereotypical housewife because #aintnobodygottime for Pinterest-perfect crafts and I hate crafts anyway. Seriously doubt I will ever develop a love for standing over a hot stove. (Unless mashed potatoes are involved). Might obsessively reorganize my house. I may write a never-ending series on cults and Christian fundamentalism. I could decide to take up jogging. (Yeah, no, I won’t). This stupid body of mine will probably continue to throw me curveballs. Really should find a sponsor for that extreme napping.
No idea what lies ahead.
But I imagine there’ll be a lot of laughs.
More fun things because why not:
Finally, the magic that is John Crist: