Posted by spoc on May 2, 2004, at 17:20:04
In reply to sloppy seconds (oh dear not for the faint) » spoc, posted by karen_kay on May 1, 2004, at 20:01:05
Karen, love, although I am (ostensibly) only passing through, I wanted to say please let's not ever lose what we are building here. My life, for one, has aready been enriched beyond my wildest dreams; and I'm fairly certain I have no mental health issues whatsoever anymore....
But I do still have those technical problems and inconveniences caused by my apartment being located on the other side of the Looking Glass, which are now taking me away from deserving individuals. Location, location, location they told me, but now I wonder what they were implying by that. Is this where they think I belong? In a world of gnome infestation; and clocks that reflect a rate of time passage -- while pursuing activities in a COMPLETELY normal and responsible fashion -- which seems to emanate from a parallel universe?
Ahhh, what a magical and intriguing picture I paint of what is in reality living in squalor (just what the h*ll IS squalor anyway), decay, entrophy, stagnation and life-threatening procrastination. My outlandish, surreal ability to obsessively fritter away time and end up continually slating limits and goals for that elusive "tomorrow" -- since it is usually after midnight when I first begin to suspect that I may have maimed and killed yet another day -- is currently voraciously active.
So today, I have made the great stride of figuratively slapping myself, in a stern fashion -- throwing a glass of ice water in my own face, as it were -- at merely 5:20 PM. Um, yes, I did kinda get off on it too, but is that really any of your business Karen? The point is, I must take this opportunity ball and run with it, far and into glorious achievements such as sorting through piles of stuff on my floor that are starting to run together. Why do I have piles of stuff on my floor? That's how I USED to make sure I'd remember to do things. Rather than making lists, which I make myself ill with, I put things in completely nonsensical and intrusive places so I can't possibly miss them and just walk over them. But now, there are so many nonsensically-placed things on top of the coffee maker, bed, answering machine, in front of the door and all over the floor that nothing has a chance of standing out anymore; and it just looks like my new floor treatment of choice.
Today I had to stand up, introduce myself and welcome myself to an official struggle with something I am powerless over; when I saw that I had achieved the new low of taping some things to my wall in the desperate hope that they would stand out and get done. I'm afraid to go on an archeological dig to see what urgent matters lie buried alive on the floor.
To wit, regarding my lack of control over time, this post was intended to be a mere sentence saying that I reserve the right to horde your comments on this thread to put you down and accuse you at my earliest possible convenience. So for me, even a "quick" I'LL BE BACK LATER turns into a claim to be currently unavailable that assumes the recipient has two or more spare hours to read it.
But, my word-count sister, I'll will be back! We have much unfinished business here, and I have a bevy of other pressing subjects for us to discuss someday, that are equally or even more crucial and transformative than those already discussed. Yes, as hard as that is to believe, because we've already touched on all the REALLY important things in life. I am on the verge of self-actualization, and have you to thank for it ... DEAR! See ((Karen)), I am learning the ropes after all!
Ok, I have to go clean up gnome poop now. If you think dog poop is bad, think again. Must be all those pens, lipsticks, buttons, documents and receipts they eat.
--- ALICE ;- )
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