Tipping point

I think I might have reached it. Because not a lot has phased me this last week. After the plague and the pestilence (seriously- I am just waiting for the other two horsemen of the apocalypse to appear) I feel uncannily calm and cheerful. Witness yesterday, when my most useful things broke:

5:00 am- Coffee maker won’t make coffee. Now usually, this is a disaster of humungous proportions. At 5 in the morning I. Need. Coffee. But I just got the bodum together and went on my merry way. Okay,I did curse President’s Choice appliances and woke J up to share my pain, but usually I would be in a colossal snit all day.

5:15 am- Computer is doing funny things. Blogger is working, gmail isn’t working. I just turn it off and go away when usually I would be cursing, cursing, cursing.

7:00 am- The strap on my watch broke. I decided that I didn’t need a clasp and could wear it with just the little strap holder thingies until I found the time to get a new one. Again, my watch. I am time obsessed. My life is sectioned off to the minute. I.Need. My. Watch.

This calmness in me is beginning to get disturbing.

5:30 pm-My shoe broke. The shoe that I wear everyday in the summer, one of those sandals with the straps around the toe. Now it has done this before. In fact, about every summer for the last couple of years. I didn’t even blink an eye. I just stuck it in a bag, hoping that the old cobbler dude would still be open. He wasn’t. So the fam and I went for indian food.

The calmness with which I have been dealing with all of these minor problems is making me think that I am getting way too used to disaster. It is disturbing to say the least. Where are you, completely irrational,volatile nervous energy? I miss you.

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2 Responses to Tipping point

  1. french panic says:

    it’s me. I’ve been grinding up tranquilizers and putting them in your coffee. Except now that the coffee maker isn’t working, I have to come up with a new plan. Damn.

  2. Anonymous says:

    Well, its about time. IF those were disasters I would have about a thousand ulcers and no hair. has all that BC air in our youth affected you all of a sudden? perhaps your inner monk has risen. either way- nice- as the nepalese say “que garne” with a shrug of the shoulder- loosely translated- what to do? hmf

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