I learned so many interesting things today!
1) If you leave sour kraut in the fridge too long, it becomes a disgusting slimy mass of gelatinous ick.
2) It is way easier to peel a sweet potato shortly after you've cooked it, then after you've left it in the fridge for a while.
3) I have developed a nervous eye twitch.
This last one I find hilarious. I suppose I should be worried that this is probably due to an excessive amount of stress, but I can't help imagining someone talking to be about... man, it could be just about anything. The rent is due. Did you remember to do X? How to you feel about our current political climate. Is it alright if I eat the last bit of ice cream?
And then imagining my eye starting to twitch... I just cracked myself up again. It's just so...extream. It's like a description from a pulp fiction novel.
I also kind of feel like it's yet another badge of becoming a real adult: congratulations, you've developed a stress-induced uncontrollable physical idiosyncrasy. Welcolm to being an adult in the real world. I'm pretty happy I didn't wind up with the irritable bowel one. And really it's pretty minor. I had to get really close to the mirror to see it.
Also, it's kind of useful. When my eye starts twitching, I now have an immediate reminder that I'm taking things a bit too seriously and need to mellow out a bit.
It's also kind of strange, really. I don't feel that stressed out. I mean, sure, I'm seriously behind on many, many projects, and there is no reprieve in sight. But it will work out alright. And it's not different than my fellow graduates. I don't feel much deep worry and concern, except sometimes for my SSE class, which is super important to me and I sometimes worry about letting my kids down.
I feel rather resistant to worry and stress overall. Certainly not impervious, but...thick skinned. Maybe I'm wrong, but I get the idea the majority of people are more stressed out about life than I am. I guess this is more work for a more extended period of time than I've ever done before. And I tend to trust my body to be honest about what is going on with itself. But it's kind of like a friend telling me,
"Hey man, whoa. Whoa. You need to take a serious chill pill. Go for a walk, get a massage, take a hot bath."
And I'm saying, "Ok man. You're usually right about these things so I'll chillax a bit. I don't mind taking a break. But I really don't know what you're talking about."
"Dude, your eye is twitching when you say that."
"Yeah? So? Let it. I'm doing fine. I don't even care. Let it twitch. Inside I'm all good."
"Look, I'm just saying, involuntary eye twitching is usually a sign of SERIOUS DISTRESS. So, y'know, do take that breather and stuff."
Thus goes the conversation with myself.
Hah! It just came back! Right now! Seriously, there is NO stressful trigger for this right now. I think there really make be some physiological thing going on, rather than a mental one. Like, maybe my heart beating faster can trigger it in some conditions, but so can purely physiological things.
You know what would be AWESOME? If I gained control of it, could make it twitch at will, and used that to give my opponents a false tell in the final high-stakes game of televised professional poker and won millions. That would be a sweet story. They would be like, "how did you do that?! We SAW your tell! you had nothing!" and I'd be like, "What, tell? This tell?" and make my eye start twitching. Camera would zoom in on my eye, pan back to the stunned looking poker opponents, cut back to me, "well, catch ya later." then I wink, with my twitching eye, and it stops twitching. I turn and walk away, whistling a jaunty tune. Bam. Acadamy award. Best director. Best actor, best script, best musical even though it's not a musical. I am accepting bids to write/direct/compose/Orsen Wells the script and we'll start at $115,000 for the preliminary treatment and go from there.
If I get any takers I can just write it in the five hours I open up every night by consorting with extra-terrestrials for a pocket dimension in which time flows at 1/5th the normal rate. Or, if I can't find those, by splitting my personality Fight Club style so Tyler Durden Isaac can sleep for me while I compose the script every night from 1-4am. I should have it done in 9 months, but I'm not starting without full payment in advance since I'll have to induce severe psychic trauma in myself to cause the split and that will be a pretty expensive operation to fix once I'm done.
I'd say I should be doing homework right now but I think this was a rather productive bout of writing so I'm happy with it. I suppose we will see how I feel Wednesday night when only one of the three huge projects is done and my eye is vibrating so hard I can't see out of it and need to start wearing a pirate eye-patch. (because come on, if I'm going to wear an eye-patch, then it should have a skull and crossbones on it. I can't squander that opportunity.)
Oddly yours,
the number three
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