Optimistic October: Crawling Horror (and Whether Anyone Really Bears Grudges)
I think at some times, I need to remember my favourite quote from The Termintor; near the start of the film, Sarah Connor is working in a diner, and following a slight mishap involving a child's clumsiness, one of Sarah's Connor asks her, "In a hundred years, who's gonna care?"
I need to remember this for all of life's little mishaps, times when I've had near misses with others because one or both of us wasn't looking where we were going; in my head I exaggerate how the other person will react, and usually predict some unprecedented pedestrian rage from them, which never surfaces. Over the last few days I'd developed a bad habit of seeing slow walkers in front of me, heading towards a spot where it's hard to pass, and I've broken into a run and dashed past them just to I don't get stuck traipsing behind them, probably looking very silly in the process, and then fretted about how I appeared to the other person. Getting stuck behind others is a pet peeve of mine in case you can't tell.
I should keep remembering that even if the other person over reacts, they're probably not going to think about the incident for long - probably not for a day, let alone will they a year later, be thinking, "Oh yes, and this time last year, some man got in my way; I was SO furious".
I do dwell on some things for too long - I must have spent maybe half an hour fretting about how a dream I was having ended - I was out with a group of people - our mission was a little unclear, except that the dream featured an apocalyptic sky, and us meeting some random people who could have been out of Lord of the Flies; some teacher-type person wearing a gown and mortar board was challenging them, but they seemed to be granting us safe passage through what appeared to be their territory. I was following the group, and it turned into one of my anxiety dreams about being left behind - I had my eyes on some people who I realised suddenly weren't part of my group - I couldn't see where everyone else had gone, so I tried to run and catch them up, but that made things worse because I found myself unable to run, at least not quickly, so I panicked even more, and then realised that despite my attempts to lucid dream and create a happy ending, I was just lying in bed technically awake but with my eyes shut, so I just opened them.
I've managed to complete all my current Strava challenges, including the Ten Thousand x Ryan Hall Challenge, due in part to doing site visits for work.
I worked from home today; I got a couple of nice pictures on my morning walk.
Tonight, Mum and I went to a talk about a new book, being held in the local bookshop - Crawling Horror; the authors talked about their research, and it sounded quite good - short stories by famous writers like Edgar Allen Poe, about insects (some sound like they are horror based) and I did buy a copy because I'd like to read it in full, after hearing a few extracts.
That's something else to put on my reading list anyway.
I need to remember this for all of life's little mishaps, times when I've had near misses with others because one or both of us wasn't looking where we were going; in my head I exaggerate how the other person will react, and usually predict some unprecedented pedestrian rage from them, which never surfaces. Over the last few days I'd developed a bad habit of seeing slow walkers in front of me, heading towards a spot where it's hard to pass, and I've broken into a run and dashed past them just to I don't get stuck traipsing behind them, probably looking very silly in the process, and then fretted about how I appeared to the other person. Getting stuck behind others is a pet peeve of mine in case you can't tell.
I should keep remembering that even if the other person over reacts, they're probably not going to think about the incident for long - probably not for a day, let alone will they a year later, be thinking, "Oh yes, and this time last year, some man got in my way; I was SO furious".
I do dwell on some things for too long - I must have spent maybe half an hour fretting about how a dream I was having ended - I was out with a group of people - our mission was a little unclear, except that the dream featured an apocalyptic sky, and us meeting some random people who could have been out of Lord of the Flies; some teacher-type person wearing a gown and mortar board was challenging them, but they seemed to be granting us safe passage through what appeared to be their territory. I was following the group, and it turned into one of my anxiety dreams about being left behind - I had my eyes on some people who I realised suddenly weren't part of my group - I couldn't see where everyone else had gone, so I tried to run and catch them up, but that made things worse because I found myself unable to run, at least not quickly, so I panicked even more, and then realised that despite my attempts to lucid dream and create a happy ending, I was just lying in bed technically awake but with my eyes shut, so I just opened them.
I've managed to complete all my current Strava challenges, including the Ten Thousand x Ryan Hall Challenge, due in part to doing site visits for work.
I worked from home today; I got a couple of nice pictures on my morning walk.
Tonight, Mum and I went to a talk about a new book, being held in the local bookshop - Crawling Horror; the authors talked about their research, and it sounded quite good - short stories by famous writers like Edgar Allen Poe, about insects (some sound like they are horror based) and I did buy a copy because I'd like to read it in full, after hearing a few extracts.
That's something else to put on my reading list anyway.