“You don’t like to be told what to do.” This is what I was paying my therapist to tell me. Then-boyfriend-now-husband Tom could’ve given me that diagnosis for free.
When I was a about 4 or 5 years old, I had recurring nightmares about Captain Hook. I would be in my house with some combination of my best friends Claudia and Jared, and my cousin Sheila. Whenever any of us uttered a word, Captain Hook would come into the room and chase us. We would run into another room and be very quiet. But eventually, I couldn’t resist the urge to whisper “Don’t say anything or he’ll come…” And with that whisper, he would appear. It didn’t matter how quietly I whispered.
I know I’m supposed to put up this message before I go away but I thought this was going to be more of a working vacation but it’s turning into more of a distracting vacation and I didn’t get a chance to even tell you I wouldn’t be here, except on facebook, but then I was like what if not everyone follows me on facebook? So, FYI, I didn’t die or quit, just went away. Back soon. Hugsies.
I get “#firstworldproblems” a lot. Maybe I should look inward and consider what that says about me, instead of blaming my friends and society in general? Hmmm…. I think I’ll do the latter.
Granted, the first time I got a #firstworldproblems, I was complaining about Coke Zero (or something) on facebook so I had to be like… ok, that’s pretty funny.
But after a while it’s…. Ok, we get the joke. I’m a spoiled New Yorker and you’re what? Deep and special for pointing that out? Next.
I have gotten two upper-abdominal sonograms in the last year. Based on those two exams, I assume that these rules are universal:
I’ve blogged about my early morning anxiety before.
This morning I woke up 17 minutes before my alarm. I remembered that I’d had a missed call from my uncle and forgotten to call him back. How could I forget? Could I call him now? It was 5:43 on the East Coast. 2:43 where he lives. Probably not. I made a plan to call him at a reasonable hour and managed to fall back asleep.
Is there any character in American fiction as great as Phoebe Buffay? Don’t answer that; it’s rhetorical.
Anyway, once I saw a guy running like Phoebe.
Then I came across this gif from the episode where Phoebe attempts to seduce Chandler (because “They don’t know we know they know we know.”)
It hits me once in a while. When I overhear a bit of someone else’s conversation and her life sounds more interesting than mine. When a friend tells me about something cool that she’s done since I’ve seen her, involving people I don’t even know. Or, in a different way, when a self-absorbed friend takes something random and makes it all about her.