Hullo, all, welcome to Flashback Friday, where I
get lazy and don’t make up a new post recycle an oldie but a goodie, from before I was all “famous” and crap. Enjoy! Or not, whatevs.
From September 2011 . . .
“It was the White Rabbit, trotting slowly back again, and looking anxiously about as it went, as if it had lost something; and she heard it muttering to itself `The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh my dear paws! Oh my fur and whiskers! She’ll get me executed, as sure as ferrets are ferrets! Where CAN I have dropped them, I wonder?'”
– Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
I’m late for an important date. If only I could remember what it was. And where. Also what it was about. The poor white rabbit. If I can identify with anyone besides Alice, it would be this poor stressed-out type A rabbit.
Not only do I feel like I’m constantly running and not getting anywhere, I’m not sure where I want to be. I don’t really want to be around mad people, but the Cheshire Cat pointed out the obvious. Everyone’s mad. Everyone’s running around staring at their Iphones that have gone dead, realizing the terrible truth that every number they need to call is in their contact list. Which is on the phone.
This makes for an anxious society. No, scratch that. About half of us are anxious, and the other half are what I like to call carriers. Some carriers fly by the seat of their pants and enjoy it. Other carriers assume that someone else will do it for them, and enjoy it. And then there’s the realists, often termed pessimists. Guess which one I am? I am so often anxious, that NOT being anxious is a strange feeling for me. It doesn’t last long, as it is usually accomplished through a pill that knocks me out.
Which is why I need Caffeine, a stimulant found in Coke, a drink that can keep you awake and clean your toilet. It’s always nice to have things with multiple purposes. Which is why I have several pairs of shoes for each family member. This way, surely I can find one pair, right? So my youngest has worn snow boots in Summer. No one thinks this is unusual, given the child in question, so it works.
The White Rabbit is a great example for anxiety, ADHD, OCD, etc. Rabbits are always anxious, their little bodies panting, their hearts running a million miles an hour, even while still. They’re made that way because they happen to be prey for a lot of other creatures. Even pet rabbits have this constant fight or flight response, though there is no immediate threat. Save a toddler, in which case the rabbit is probably better off in the wild. They are ready to run at a moment’s notice, darting anywhere and everywhere. It’s no wonder they can’t keep up with their gloves. This is why, of course, rabbits these days don’t wear them.
I feel like a rabbit. Sometimes I can’t concentrate. While my body is often still (my eldest once fondly informed me that I was much like a Sloth) my mind runs 24/7. Thoughts go boing, boing, boing. I envy my husband, who, I swear, can sit and not think. At all. I’m not sure how he does this. Maybe his constant viewing of reality T.V. shows about fishing and garbage diving has contributed to this. Not that I can act too superior. I spend so much time on the computer, it’s a good thing there are pictures of my kids on it.
Do these electronic devices and the internet make us that way? I don’t think so, as I’m sure I’ve been much like this even when all we had was the Apple IIc (turn the disk over, new disk, please wait, turn the disk over, please wait, why don’t you go make you a sandwich?) Certainly I was before the Internet. I think it’s ingrained, which is why my eldest is panicked about a possible detention, and the youngest gets them so routinely that she thinks it’s a normal part of the school day. It’s how we’re wired.
But is it permanent? I hope not. I’m seeing a counselor, in hopes of rewiring myself, at least to the point that I can sometimes find my gloves, my glasses, my shoes, my keys. So that I’m exercising physically rather than in my head. I’ve already “run” myself to physical exhaustion. There’s no queen or duchess waiting to chop off my head. So maybe, just maybe, I can figure out how to relax. Oh look, here’s something that says eat me . . .
I try to live in a constant of mellow bemusement.
sadly, I often fail miserable at it.
I would love to be mellow yellow. Mellow I art not.
I was gonna read this but some talking rabbit just wentbouncing by…
And you bounced after it? Remember what happened last time you did that?
Oh yeah. That didn’t end well, but that queen bitch regretted it.
So how has this changed since the first posting in 2011 Alice?Any progress?
Glad to read this as I didn’t follow you back then! And yes, the White Rabbit is a poster boy for all of that.
I think the only way to stop our brains is to turn them off and that means death. I’d rather have the turmoil, myself. Although sometimes there are things that we can concentrate on which are calming. In fact, it’s been proved that things like knitting and painting are actually beneficial in that respect. I’ve just re-found the article, it’s at: http://edition.cnn.com/2014/03/25/health/brain-crafting-benefits/index.html?hpt=hp_bn13
I believe it! I have a knifty knitter (look it up – it is the uncoordinated person’s knitting loom) and while I’m still not that great at it (I specialize in doll hats) it IS comforting. You can sort of lose yourself doing repetitive tasks like that, which is why I love repetitive tasks – well, to a point. Yoga also works. About the only kind I’ve gotten in lately is the occasional relaxation exercise but it helps.
Hearing you loud and clear, Alice. A million thoughts a second, for instance, can be overwhelming, especially when you have to put your keys in a place they won’t get “lost.” I used to lock myself out of everywhere. Once, I even locked myself out of my car. While it was on. I’ve made a habit of putting the keys in my purse right after I use them, then retrieving the set again, just to make sure I actually put them there. And, I can’t just look inside the purse. I need to touch them and see them right in front of my eyes.
I have done the same thing! Locked my keys in the car with it running. In the rain. And I was scheduled to teach a class in 15 minutes. It was awful! Thank goodness my car now has an idiot alert and will not let me lock my car door if the key is in the ignition.
Technology is worthy of some praise, after all, hahaha.
*gasps* There are lots of things EVERYWHERE in my life that ‘say eat me . . .’
Crap. That and scrubbing the tile grout with a toothbrush and cream cleanser every 3/4 months helps keep my sanity!
Obviously scrubbing tiles grout with a toothbrush has a better outcome than over eating.
The things we do to survive in our complicated worlds eh!
Great post, thanks for sharing!
You scrub tile grout? Want to come to my house? Tile grout scares me. And I think I’m allergic to it. Yes, yes that’s it.
LOL!!! I do… And there are many like me… Fuel costs from Australia might be a bit crazy.. I’d suggest trying to locate an OCD tile grout scrubber closer to home eh…