The Therapy Journals of the Fat-Headed Klingon Woman

One woman's journey to becoming Her True Self

Just Hanging Ten and Riding the Old Mood Wave September 2, 2013

Honey Badger

Honey Badger (Photo credit: Rainbirder)

Hello all.  Today is one of those days where it wouldn’t take much for me to become that woman in the news clip who is seen being wrestled into the back seat of a police car by five or six burly cops who could give The Incredible Hulk a run for his money, simply because the cashier at the grocery store, or the guy in the next car at the stoplight, or the neighbor to the north whose back yard just went up in flames, or one of her own offspring, said something that she in her pre-hormonal state just kind of took wrong and with little or no warning became a raging ball of psycho that even a rabid honey badger would skirt around with caution.

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In short… I AIN’T in a good mood.  Aside from the reasons for this hinted at in the preceding paragraph (pre-hormonal state, obnoxious neighbors, offspring), I am basically just at a loss as to explain why I am so volatile at the moment.  It’s not like things are going badly.  My birthday’s coming up, I have plans to go to the local Little Theater and see a new play this week, an event for which I will also be reuniting with my Les Mis castmates, the house didn’t catch on fire when the neighbor’s yard went up in flames this afternoon… I have plenty of reasons to be in a better mood than the one I’m in.

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Today was one of those days where I had to self-edit much more heavily than usual.  Every time I wanted to post something on social media or send someone a text message, I had to think, “Ok, do I REALLY have anything to say that is worth hearing at this point, or am I merely about to complain, whine, gripe, grouch, or otherwise suck the joy out of someone’s day?”  When it turned out that the answer to that question was ‘no and yes’ then I decided Grandma’s old adage was definitely applicable, and if I couldn’t say something nice… well, you know the rest.

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Then finally, late in the day, I was able to share something humorous and positive, which was that I had finished my playlist for Little Theater set construction days.  When I help with building sets, I am surrounded by several older guys who, for the most part, don’t appreciate music by people like Gaga, Beyoncé, or any of the other artists whose music might be likely to appear on my teenage daughter’s iTunes, so I created a playlist of mostly 50s and 60s rock and similar songs, which I know my set-building cohorts will likely really enjoy.  We just finished the set for the play that opens on Thursday, and now I can’t wait for the next one to start.  And hopefully, I will be working on set as a cast member next time, because I plan to audition for a role in this one.  Granted, I have never acted in a non-musical play in my life, and I really don’t know what I’m doing, but what the hey.  Gotta start somewhere, right?

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So anyway.  Not much else going on, really.  My trip to Charleston is a mere four and a half weeks away, which is amazing.  I can’t wait to go, but I wish I had gotten my act together and stayed serious about WW a couple months ago so I could have been at a smaller size for this trip.  But oh well.  It is what it is, as they say.  And besides, if I’d been a smaller size, I would have had to shop for new clothes for the trip, and ‘ain’t nobody got funds for that!’  (Slight adaptation of the popular meme.)

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With regard to men and relationships, my current dry spell makes Death Valley look lush.  I still have the monster crush on the one guy from Les Mis, but not much is happening there.  We are friends, and we work on sets together, and that is all.  Possibly one day something will change, but I am thinking perhaps I should resign myself to a future career as a sheep herder in Tibet, or start looking into becoming a nun.

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In reality though, I will probably be too busy to worry about the non-date-filled status of my schedule, because I am about to begin training to be a literacy tutor volunteer, and once I get assigned a student or two, I will have several hours less time to think about it.  The recommended amount of time to spend with a student is two hours, twice a week.  Which is actually quite a lot to expect of a volunteer tutor, if you ask me, but no one did.  And again, I will be building sets for the next play, and with luck, will be in rehearsals for same, so I will have plenty to occupy my time.

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So overall, I guess I can consider today a success primarily because I did NOT go ballistic and commit aggravated assault on someone for no apparent reason other than hormones and mood swings, and my house didn’t catch on fire, and I have a ton of things to be thankful for, and really I am.  I have much to look forward to, and much to keep me busy, so those tiny little issues that are mere ‘fly in the ointment’ things should be pretty easy to just ignore.  I’m going to give it my best shot, anyway.

 

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Until next time,

D.

PS- By way of announcements, I have been doing a lot of editing and adding to the Poetry and Fiction page at the top of the blog- if you like poetry or are interesting in reading mine, please feel free to check it out.

 

 
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