Well, it seems as though fate is starting to play the 'good news, bad news' game with me. I don't mind too much. I just try to concentrate on the good news portion of it and shrug off the bad news bit. I'll give a few examples.
Good News: I got my front tooth repaired yesterday Bad News: It cost me £80
Good news: I bought myself a guitar yesterday Bad News: One of the strings has apparently snapped
Good News: I got organised and wrote a 'to do' list today Bad News: There's over 50 things on it
...and so on and so forth. Will came over and taught me one or two bits on the guitar (I have to practice for Wednesday when we next meet up). Indiana Jones was watched (Raiders of the Lost Arc) and to be honest, although I enjoyed it, I didn't think it was anything massively special. I can see why certain people tend to fangirl Harrison Ford though. Will and I also played a few games of chess between 11pm and 12am. With a glass chess set. Of course, then the White King dropped and smashed on the tiled floor. Ah well. If I was the massively superstitious type, I'd probably be a little twitchy. (Gotta love symbolism), but I can't be bothered. I have too much stuff to deal with already. -Chuckles-
I seem to be losing my voice. This means that I either have a cold, or I'm starting to get nervous about something. Now, I can't think of anything I ought to be getting stressed/anxious with...so I must be getting a cold. Fantastic. It means one half of my face (Eye & Nostril) will inevitably end up running. It wasn't like that before I turned into the apparent Elephant Girl a few years ago. Nana thinks that ordeal weakened that side of my face in terms of immunities and whatnot...and who am I to disagree? I'm no doctor. (Neither is she, but she's my grandparent, and therefore Almighty. xDD )
I was chatting to someone this evening and they wondered out loud as to whether I ever relaxed properly. Thinking about it, I don't even fully relax when I'm asleep, if my dreams are anything to go by. The mind is still working even then. It's just who I am, I guess. I get cranky if I waste time. Knowing there's something I can be doing means I get impatient if I'm unable to do it. (Whether I want to do it (AKA writing) when I have the chance remains to be seen. I get twitchy when the ability isn't there). I don't know. Relaxing fully just sounds...alien to me, I guess. Even if the thing isn't entirely productive...I've got to be active. Doing something either physically or mentally. If I did, I honestly think I'd think about things too much. Not a good idea for me. Optimism can only carry me so far. If I have time to think about things...doubts tend to creep in, and I refuse to live like that again. Cowardly, perhaps...but hey, it works for me. My mechanism. Maybe one day I'll learn to deal with it in a better way, but until then, keeping busy does just fine by me.
