Whiny whine whine.
Man, what a freaking whiner.
I long for a weekend to do house projects. There is so much to do, and so little time. I grossly under-estimated the effect that going to school, working full time, and volunteering would do to me.
The problem, I suppose, is that I am enjoying everything to a degree. Work is entertaining and challenging, School is quite successful, and I love the group at the haunt.
I need a live-in maid or servant boy. I think that is the solution. Who wants to move in and in leiu of rent be a cook/cleaner/secretary/organizer/personal assistant?
Oh, and the main feeling I’m having is that all I do all day long is support. support. fix. support. fix. fix. find solution. support. fulfill responsibility. take responsibility. support.
I’m so tired of that, I really want to rebel and be completely irresponsible and force others to support me (which is my negatvie tendancy to revolt/defend). I’m tired of being the go-to-guy and the “one who figures it out.”
Whether or not these feelings are rational or realistic or “fair” is really beside the point, since it doesn’t change how I’m feeling. Just so tired of answering questions and explaining and coordinating. (which I am sure is tied to my fatigue and chaotic schedule)
Anyway, with more time after Hallowe’en, I can recharge the reserves and continue.
Maybe I should take up meditation? I need to find a center – typically that center has been the homestead – with no time to keep that center organized and comfortable, it throws me all askew. If I had a secondary center that would help. Work has been fulfilling that slight secondary center, but I don’t want to develop it as such. I need to be my own primary center.
Man, I’m rambling on and on. Anyway.
Perservere, my sneeples.
I’m tired of being the go-to-guy and the “one who figures it out.”
You’re an introvert. Your job requires contact with people in such a way that you have to give all the time–combined with the persisting contact, you drain even faster. You need down time, solitude, quiet time to recharge.
The house boy is a good idea. You should offer some perqs to attract the right one.
Whether or not these feelings are rational or realistic or “fair” is really beside the point, since it doesn’t change how I’m feeling.
Your post is about feelings, not judging them.
Maybe I should take up meditation?
It certainly wouldn’t hurt anything. I plan to, once I get a handle on all this Buddhist material.
If I had a secondary center that would help.
So you want to morph from circular to eeliptical?
Yo!
I’d take the job, just happen to have a lot of “stuff” that I carry about.
I just wish others would do things to my standards without me being too involved, is that so wrong? 🙂
So you want to morph from circular to eeliptical?
ah hahahahahaha.
That’s funny.
😀
Don’t be obstuse, you Oeuf.
Are you implying that *I* am an egghead?
Either way, you are awfully acute. Hmm. I’m not sure if I’m taking the right angle on these puns. Will you help me?
I’m taking a tunnel-vision approach to this. It’s pussy, but it works. I will ignore everything except what is right in front of me. I figure I only have to survive until Friday. Then we can use Saturday day to clean and throw everything in the house away and move to the mountains of New Zealand to raise sheep. No, wait! I mean, clean the house and get a little breather. And then after Sunday, the Haunt’s over. Whew.
I wish we had more chill out together time, all the commuting and stuff cuts into that something fierce.
For me, a schedule would help. A routine, I don’t care if we do the same thing all the time. At least I’d know. I think it would help you, too. Get rhythm in your life.
I don’t know what to say about being the support guy. You’re so good at fixing things, and other people are so stupid. You should really be their ruler.
You should really be their ruler.
That’s a good idea. For every act of support, the recipient must obey one of Craig’s Commands. The possibilities are endless. He could demand “bring me coffee!” or “Jump out the 8th story window of this building, head first!”
You clid! Oh, I mean clod. It’s plane and solid that you aren’t normal. 😀
Bitchwhore! That was clever.
**yields a triple word scor to Craig
Yes, that “you clid” pun really struck a chord with me.
Hee!
I vote David for houseboy. Or andrea. Yes, I vote Andrea for houseboy. She needs a change.
There is so much to do, and so little time. I grossly under-estimated the effect that going to school, working full time, and volunteering would do to me.
Oh man, can I completely relate to that! I love everything I’m doing, especially the classes and volunteer work, but I am becoming such a basket case. I’m sick for the second time in a month. I think my body is doing that to me because it knows it’s the only way it will get any down time for my brain. 🙂
I have Halloween off — my first actual day off since the beginning of this month. Then it’s back to the grindstone until the 25th of next month. Hopefully it won’t kill me. I may wind up burning a few vacation days just to cope. Despite wishing to save them for the holidays, that idea is sounding more attractive all the time. So. Very. Tired.
I hope you get all caught up and de-stressed after Halloween!