QOTW - 2008/05/12
And the Question of the Week is…
How do you make your life more complex than it really needs to be?
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When I'm at work, I think of all the things I need to take care of. When I get home, I don't feel like doing anything. Constant state of chaos for no reason.
Posted by Betharoopie on May 12, 2008 at 07:55 AM | #
That's easy. I almost never say "no." Like I say okay to a convention in Ypsihoosis, Montana, and it's most of two days shot on airplanes and airports, three or even four days shot at the con, where if I'm diligent and lucky I might write two or three hundred words a day. More often, nowadays, nothing; just try to keep up with the mail. So I come back home frazzled from travel and a couple of thousand words behind, and face another trip next week.
If it's not a trip it's a writing job. I promised someone a poem or a short story or a review, or have to write a blurb (and therefore read a book) for an old friend or a new writer who needs encouragement. And suddenly it's May and you're 25,000 words behind schedule. That's how I like to complicate my life.
Unca Joe
Home for a month!
If it's not a trip it's a writing job. I promised someone a poem or a short story or a review, or have to write a blurb (and therefore read a book) for an old friend or a new writer who needs encouragement. And suddenly it's May and you're 25,000 words behind schedule. That's how I like to complicate my life.
Unca Joe
Home for a month!
By being my MIL.
Seriously. She makes picking up the daily milk so complicated when it doesn't have to be. Don't even ask me to explain. I've just calmed myself after her latest oeuvre by concentrating on my lace patter. *take a deep breath*
Yet she's the same woman who needs her son to go with her to the ATM each time.
Seriously. She makes picking up the daily milk so complicated when it doesn't have to be. Don't even ask me to explain. I've just calmed myself after her latest oeuvre by concentrating on my lace patter. *take a deep breath*
Yet she's the same woman who needs her son to go with her to the ATM each time.
Posted by Swapna Eleswarapu on May 12, 2008 at 09:07 AM | #
By spoiling our cats and thinking of them as children who all need Mommy time. We have 5 now, 3 of the cats who just picked us as parents and moved in. The older male doesn't like the younger one, so I'm always trying to give each of them time outside alone. Our old cat Sylvia doesn't eat well now (at 15), so we try to tempt her to eat everything and anything and feed her 4 or 5 times a day. The oldest male, Dagwood, grabs me each time I come down the stairs and tries to lead me to the kitchen where he wants me to feed him Temptations on the kitchen table and pet him while he eats. Endora, the second oldest and smallest, is afraid of the newest cat, Lucy, and still easily intimidated by the youngest male, Lusa. So we keep water and food in my bedroom, so she doesn't have to go downstairs. The new cat, Lucy, is a half-feral half-Persian. She is intimidated by all the other cats (except Endora) and runs like mad anytime someone (person or cat) catches her eating at the food bowls. So we feed her in a chair in the dining room. We have cat litter in two rooms, so that Endora can get at it without being chased. Three of the cats prefer drinking water from our glasses on the bathroom sink that we use for brushing our teeth. So we try to keep them full.
I've taught them all the pleasure of being brushed, so there are hair brushes filled with cat hair everywhere. And the couch has basically been surrendered to Sylivia with a nice comfy self-warming, fake fur that takes up half the couch and she takes the other half. They are given catnip whenever they ask, so there are stems and dried leaves of catnip all over the living room. The house is a wreck and on any given day, I feel like I've neglected one or more of them.
Oh, yes, it takes me forever to get off to work in the morning, cause they all need a little petting and all the food and water dishes need to be filled.
I shudder to think what I would have done with children.
I've taught them all the pleasure of being brushed, so there are hair brushes filled with cat hair everywhere. And the couch has basically been surrendered to Sylivia with a nice comfy self-warming, fake fur that takes up half the couch and she takes the other half. They are given catnip whenever they ask, so there are stems and dried leaves of catnip all over the living room. The house is a wreck and on any given day, I feel like I've neglected one or more of them.
Oh, yes, it takes me forever to get off to work in the morning, cause they all need a little petting and all the food and water dishes need to be filled.
I shudder to think what I would have done with children.
Posted by Joanne Clarke on May 12, 2008 at 10:39 AM | #
I tend to over think everything. I constantly worry about anything and everything and I find myself questioning everyone's motives. The bottom line is that I feel I cannot trust anyone. There are a few people that I do trust but I am not sure if I totally trust them because I always look beyond the words they say and look at their actions. I also try to "read between the lines" with them...so, do I actually trust them? Meh!
Posted by Shannon H. on May 12, 2008 at 11:35 AM | #
I think too much and worry ahead of time if I'm going to get something done "right" even if it's just picking up the house. I let myself freeze when contemplating the workload ahead, rather than just plunging in and doing it.
Speaking of which... off to "just do it."
Speaking of which... off to "just do it."
I don't. There are no complexities to my life. No need to make it complex.
Posted by alicesenior on May 12, 2008 at 02:27 PM | #
By expecting more of myself than other people do, and by having a difficult time leaving work behind mentally (I still haven't mastered that trick yet).
Posted by rtanner on May 14, 2008 at 07:54 AM | #
Participation. In life, in love, in the whole magoo.
But its not without it's rewards.
But its not without it's rewards.
Posted by Skipernicus on May 15, 2008 at 11:21 PM | #
Well, it seems that I fancy trying to do everything while holding my breath. Adds LAYERS of complexity.
Funny how much easier everything is when I remember to breeeeathe.
Funny how much easier everything is when I remember to breeeeathe.
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