Monday, May 23, 2005

Dread

Occassionally, for no reason I can completely suss out, I am overwhelmed by a feeling of imminent doom. Maybe it's just because Spouse is going away for six days, leaving me in charge. Maybe it's just that I'm at that point in my paranoia cycle. Whatever it is, I wish it would stop. My mother used to tell me "Worry about zero," by which she meant, don't worry. Me, in one of these fits of dread, I worry about zero, and one, and two...

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Blogger Jonquil said...

I am overwhelmed by a feeling of imminent doom.

Me, too. On those days, I carry an imaginary two-handed sword over the shoulder for easy draw. Imaginary tame tigers are also worth considering.

They don't solve the problem, but they're a good distraction.

4:32 PM  
Blogger Madeleine Robins said...

Hadn't thought of carrying around an imaginary rapier and dagger. Will have to try that.

6:33 PM  
Blogger Jonquil said...

What, not rapier and cloak?

I do love the main gauche. Did you see the Treasures of Dresden exhibit? They had an entire room of swords and mains gauches. Some of them were too gadgety, but there was a main gauche that opened up into three blades, making it an excellent sword-breaker.

8:42 PM  
Blogger C. F. Blog said...

Chocolate…I know you are trying to be good and not eat that stuff but a little might help.

When I go through the imperils of dread which is happens a few days of every month my husband reminds me (in his logical, excel spreadsheet, engineering mind) “now you always feel bad for a few days but it always passes and you go back to being yourself.” Then we’ll get my favorite junk food and watch CSI. That is what helps me, but just know that even today you might already be feeling better.

7:34 AM  
Blogger Maureen McHugh said...

Oh man, I hate that feeling. I find myself muttering weird pieces of poetry, wandering around saying things like, "The doors are open and the surfeited grooms do mock their charges with snores. I have drugged their possets, that death and nature do contend about them, whether they live or die." What Lady MacBeth has to do with going to the grocery I have no idea.

Exercise helps a bit. So does C.S.I. Tell me how the rapier does.

9:53 AM  
Blogger Madeleine Robins said...

Actually, today I am feeling better. Knowing that I am not the only nutjob who goes through these spates of anxiety helps. Getting stuff done helps (accomplishment as my drug!). Chocolate, I am trying to eschew these days (sucks to be me) but I can nibble a little.

CSI helps too. God knows, it's on constantly on cable (if we're lucky, sooner or later there will be more CSI than Law and Order, which would be, in my mind, a good thing).

1:02 PM  

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