Things bother me way more in duration and intensity than I would consider to be 'normal'.
How can I forget winter of '85, and relentlessly taunting my third grade classmate with chants of 'purple people eater'? If only I could have recognized that her outerwear was not her fault. Clearly her mother lacked foresight/understanding of 8 year old maturity (or lack thereof) and forced her into the purple coat.
And then there's that time in high school that I accidentally stole a 2-liter of soda from Myer's Meat Market. Oh, and recently, I might have forgotten the laundry detergent under the basket in Target. Twice. In my defense, I discovered the error after I left the building and was a little scared that if I returned to the store to pay, they would arrest me for intent to steal or some such nonsense.
Oh! And I'm sorry, poor little turtle, for running you over on that narrow street in South Carolina. It was either you or the oncoming vehicle. You should know that I think of you often, and hope you went to your happy place. Or, at the very least, that some hillbilly made a nice turtle soup for his family with you.
Shush, you, with your judgemental eyes! I choose to believe that I simply care at an unusually high level, and this particular little issue isn't due to some underlying need for medication.
I'm neurotic today because...
...telling me to 'just relax' doesn't really help, okay?
I laughed at myself, reading the opening line. I'm fairly certain that I left 'normal' long ago. Oh well, love me or leave me.
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like a confession...I absolve you of all your sins. In the name of the father, and of the son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen ;~)
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