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Glimpse of life through a rearview mirror.
Mar. 5th, 2003 08:15 pmI think too much.
I do most of my thinking (ha!) in the morning when I'm the only one up and about, before my brain gets clogged with the stress and hysteria of my job. I usually start thinking as soon as I wake up.
I'm a worrier. Got it honest, from my mom. I worry about all kinds of things. Small things, like, if the ceiling fan makes a little noise I never noticed before, does that mean something's wrong with it and it's going to overheat and our wiring will catch fire and burn the house down?
Our first week in the house I was a mass of paranoia about the house burning down (usually bad-wiring fantasies).
I worry.
When it's PMS time as it is now, I get contemplative and weepy. Case in point, started reading an LJ entry a moment ago about one of the guys and got all misty. Jeebus! I'm a sad, weepy worrier.
Thought about my mom today and her little pack of girlfriends. Ladies who gathered every morning to walk around the neighborhood - six miles worth of walking. I know that at least one of the ladies still walks, but I don't know if the rest of them do. I think my mom was one of those "glue factor" kind of people. The kind that kept a group together. One of those people that *everyone* loved.
I'm not open with many people. I'm friendly and outgoing, but I don't share with just anyone. I thought about it today, thinking of my mom's group of friends and the things they talked about with each other. I don't have that. I think there are maybe two people in the world (not relatives) who know my deepest secrets. Oy.
PMS + foxmonkey = not fun.
Off now to try and write a bit. Let's see what looking at life through watery, gloom-tinted lenses can produce. ;-)
I do most of my thinking (ha!) in the morning when I'm the only one up and about, before my brain gets clogged with the stress and hysteria of my job. I usually start thinking as soon as I wake up.
I'm a worrier. Got it honest, from my mom. I worry about all kinds of things. Small things, like, if the ceiling fan makes a little noise I never noticed before, does that mean something's wrong with it and it's going to overheat and our wiring will catch fire and burn the house down?
Our first week in the house I was a mass of paranoia about the house burning down (usually bad-wiring fantasies).
I worry.
When it's PMS time as it is now, I get contemplative and weepy. Case in point, started reading an LJ entry a moment ago about one of the guys and got all misty. Jeebus! I'm a sad, weepy worrier.
Thought about my mom today and her little pack of girlfriends. Ladies who gathered every morning to walk around the neighborhood - six miles worth of walking. I know that at least one of the ladies still walks, but I don't know if the rest of them do. I think my mom was one of those "glue factor" kind of people. The kind that kept a group together. One of those people that *everyone* loved.
I'm not open with many people. I'm friendly and outgoing, but I don't share with just anyone. I thought about it today, thinking of my mom's group of friends and the things they talked about with each other. I don't have that. I think there are maybe two people in the world (not relatives) who know my deepest secrets. Oy.
PMS + foxmonkey = not fun.
Off now to try and write a bit. Let's see what looking at life through watery, gloom-tinted lenses can produce. ;-)
