I hate Daylight savings! Did you get that? Maybe I should repeat it in italics for emphasis: I hate daylight saving!
Need bold? No? I do colors...Ok fine, maybe I'll elaborate rather than dwell for once. Here's the problem: I'm usually pretty scattered (yeah, thanks for feigning surprise. You are by far my favorite reader.), but that sleep shift thing is just turning my brain to buckshot: all the velocity but no direction. That illustration not working for you? What about this:
Scene opens. Camera fades in, focuses on tan and white hamster running in a wheel. Hamster eyes to the prize, legs a flurry of industry as the wheel spins faster and faster. There's a clack, clack, clack, like cards against bicycle spokes.
Voice over: This is Rob's brain.
A loud chuck-chuck is heard
Voice Over: This is Rob's Brain on Daylight Savings Time.
The hamster offers a worried look to the noise and runs a little faster. A motor noise responds. There's a loud whine and FWOOP! The hamster is sucked into the great vacuum of life. The empty wheel slows it's spin and the camera fades out.
Clack, clack.
Clack.
Clack.
Clack.
See It's bad! Hang on, I have to go save the hamster from the dust bunnies.
It's the sleep schedule thing. I had 2 blog ideas yesterday, I jotted them on post-it's and hung them from my monitor, twinkling thoughts of brilliance. Right now they might as well be twinkling in Ultra Violet because I don't see them. The scrawl is nothing more than pictograms from ancient civilizations.
"What does it mean Dr. Beevis?"
"I don't know, but the monkey peeing on The DaVinci Code is funny. He-he, he-he, he..."
I can't use those ideas until I find my inner hamster. Even as I spin out today's effort, it's growing ever apparent I can't focus enough to draw anything from this daylight thesis, not even a blissful conclusion. It's kind of like my divorce ramblings: the whole thing is academic.
What's the practical purpose? Daylight savings, divorce, they happen. I'm moving on. Sure, MyUnwife gets to spring forward while I fall back, but I think that's a plan of our own making. I'm not a doctor, and nor do I play one on TV, but I can tell you that we all have a tendency to spin our wheels on the things we can do the least about. Sometime we need outside forces to suck-start our lives.
"He-he, he-he, he, he said suck-start."
"Shut-up Beevis."
Maybe it's time to find ways to add more daylight to my days. My routine is good, but maybe I need something to turn the wheel into a Habitrail. I always wanted one of those as a kid. I never had a hamster, but I knew if I could put the Habitrail together I'd be set.
Build it, and they will come...
Maybe if I build a life Functional/Focused Rob will appear. For now I live post-it to post-it fending off the vacuum.
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