I have a hard time getting started on work. Sometimes, I'll wind up dithering away one or two hours before I finally start editing. It sucks, because those one or two hours come out of my personal writing time. And every day I tell myself I'm not going to procrastinate (except it's not even procrastination exactly, it's more of this inability to start anything), but I usually wind up doing it again. I've struggled with this since I was kid. Writing school essays was never hard. It was starting the essay that would send me into a near panic every. single. time. And then once I got over that panicky hurdle, I'd be perfectly fine again. It's a weird type of anxiety.
On election night, I didn't go to bed until close to 2 am. It took me that long to accept that Clinton had lost. And as I was curling up under the covers, this thought popped into my head: "I just want to disappear into my story."
The other day, my husband and I were driving home from D.C. It's a long drive, and sometimes when I'm bored, I think of things that make me laugh.
"What are you laughing about?" my husband would ask.
"Oh, just about how I used to play basketball in a turtleneck."
Many miles later:
"What are you laughing about now?"
So I told him the story about the time I was in the bathroom at my old job when I overheard a student ask another girl if she had a tampon. She didn't. But I always kept a tampon hidden in the bathroom, behind this random bowl of potpourri. So I opened the stall door and said, "I have one!" and showed them my hidden stash.
"Did they think that was weird?"
And that's why I was laughing, because it was only at that moment, sitting in the car somewhere on I-85 did I realize that eavesdropping + popping out of a random bathroom stall + revealing a hidden tampon might be considered a little strange...
"I think they were equal parts horrified and grateful."
My pets have weird nicknames:
Hans (grey cat): Hansy, Dazzler, Gremlin Cat (he's very impish)
Bunbun (siamese cat): Bunny, Buntaro, the Bunbun (we joke that he's so dumb, he doesn't understand that "Bunbun" is his name, not his species)
Hammie (german shepherd): Ham Sandwich, Hamberlina Jolie, Muffin Chomper, Nose Tube (cause her head is pretty much just a giant tube for her nose).
I don't know why I felt like writing these thoughts down. They've been bouncing around in my head for a few days. Maybe it will be fun to read them again later.
Great start to this morning! I managed to accidentally delete the email which contained the reading links I had been saving up for this week's roundup. Gmail is apparently too difficult for me.
Oh well, maybe it's a blessing in disguise as it forces me (in the absence of any other content I had planned) to introduce a new blog segment for your enjoyment; an occasional Friday feature:
"Did Anything Funny or Interesting Happen to You this Week?"
It was a habit in my family, when we sat down to dinner, to ask "Did anything funny or interesting happen to you today?" It was an easy way to get the conversation going and get us laughing.
And if I were asked that question right now, this would be my answer:
Have you ever been talking to someone you really liked, someone you might like to date, and then through no fault of your own, something really embarrassing happened to you?
Well yesterday, I was that embarrassing thing that happened to someone.
I work at a university and there are of course students everywhere. Our department is in a nice building, but it has these awful swinging doors that you have to push really hard in order to open. Unfortunately these doors also have no window, so you're opening them blind with an almost violent amount of force. I've been smacked with one of these doors a few times and I've almost smacked people myself. It's just the nature of these horrid doors.
Anyway, I finally managed to kabong a male student yesterday. As I frantically apologized, I realized that he had been in the middle of talking to a girl when I bowled him over. It was obvious they had been flirting. The guy brushed it off like it was no big deal, said I'd only bumped into his shoe, but he was rubbing his arm pretty hard as he said that so I'm positive I walloped him good with that damn door.
I felt really bad. Like how embarrassing for him. Just chatting with some nice girl and then WHAM! he's thrown off his feet, in visible pain. But at that point, he was desperately waving me off, I think so he could continue talking to the girl. I got the hint and skedaddled. Fifteen minutes later, I saw them again, still flirting, displaying very positive body language signs, so hopefully I didn't do too much harm to that poor boy's chances to date the cute girl!
Anyway, I felt bad. But it was also kind of funny. I was like the kool-aid man, busting in on those two love birds. OH YEAH!
Anything funny or interesting happen to you lately? Feel free to share in the comments!
Writing, editing, and doing science when I feel like it. Just a book without a genre.