Last few of weeks.
Bit of a retrospective this one. Hardly surprising given the title but nevermind.
I had a bad night last night.
I got the most stressed and close to breaking about silly things that I have done in a long time. However, I sit here now looking back over the stuff that has been going on and interested to see how much my mood has changed.
About two weeks ago I was doing so well. I'd set fire to my dressing gown whilst wearing it, I'd got my computer back to full working order after the silly fan bearings dying and felt that with atleast some of my work I was getting somewhere. I was even having a lovely time pottering around being me.
I feel that some of you may have picked up on certain parts of that sentence and ignored others.
You may be confused about me mentioning setting my clothes on fire as a good thing - it was strangely unreal, flame very quickly tracking up my left arm and going round the gown whilst I removed it and tried to stamp it out. Left me feeling really alive and only somewhat quizzical that my rooms' fire alarm had not gone off.
Last night was entirely different. No near injury experiences just the pressure of organising too much for myself and others grinding me down.
I feel that I should have been coping the other way - somehow worried about permanently injuring myself but carrying on with the usual stuff with my normal attitude to that sort of nonsense. Not sure I really want to think about that.
There endeth the last introspective thoughts of Mr_Coomber @ 20. As of a couple of hours I'll have completed 21 years of life and existence.
I'll see many of you tomorrow to celebrate that fact and that Saf2285 has nearly managed the same (tho with hopefully fewer gas fire and dressing gown experiences)
I had a bad night last night.
I got the most stressed and close to breaking about silly things that I have done in a long time. However, I sit here now looking back over the stuff that has been going on and interested to see how much my mood has changed.
About two weeks ago I was doing so well. I'd set fire to my dressing gown whilst wearing it, I'd got my computer back to full working order after the silly fan bearings dying and felt that with atleast some of my work I was getting somewhere. I was even having a lovely time pottering around being me.
I feel that some of you may have picked up on certain parts of that sentence and ignored others.
You may be confused about me mentioning setting my clothes on fire as a good thing - it was strangely unreal, flame very quickly tracking up my left arm and going round the gown whilst I removed it and tried to stamp it out. Left me feeling really alive and only somewhat quizzical that my rooms' fire alarm had not gone off.
Last night was entirely different. No near injury experiences just the pressure of organising too much for myself and others grinding me down.
I feel that I should have been coping the other way - somehow worried about permanently injuring myself but carrying on with the usual stuff with my normal attitude to that sort of nonsense. Not sure I really want to think about that.
There endeth the last introspective thoughts of Mr_Coomber @ 20. As of a couple of hours I'll have completed 21 years of life and existence.
I'll see many of you tomorrow to celebrate that fact and that Saf2285 has nearly managed the same (tho with hopefully fewer gas fire and dressing gown experiences)