Compulsive me

I wasn’t even going to write a post tonight. I was going to take my melodramatic self to bed after a shower as I had little interest in putting forth enough thought to write a post. I wanted to turn my head off, fall asleep to South Park and wake up tomorrow hopefully having slept through my neuroses. Alas, such was not to be.

Since I spent 3 hours of my evening helping to clean my best friends new house, I didn’t have the opportunity to partake in my usual computer dorkiness this evening. I came home from work, spent all of an hour with my dogs, then corralled them back up in the kitchen and headed out to her house for a Dyson Vacuums vacuuming euphoria. And let me just tell you that I am damn lucky that I like vacuuming, cause they got carpet in EVERY. ROOM. Literally, 2 hours and 40 minutes of that time was spent with the vacuum running. It was like, the NY Marathon of vacuuming. And I loved every moment of it. The carpet marks that this thing makes are just UNBELIEVABLE. Almost spiritual, even. You’ve really just got to try one to understand.

Anyway, as I was on my way home from that rousing 3 hours of cleaning, I had a conversation with a friend of mine about some things that I was struggling with that he was not aware of. Then, once I got home, and since I am such a creature of habit that I would barely be able to sleep tonight did I not check all of my daily websites – email, blog, various online communities, reader feeds, and….MY HOROSCOPE – I fired up the laptop and started working my through the multitudes of urls I visit on a daily basis.

Sometimes, I really wish that I wasn’t so damn cheap and that I’d just pay for a daily text message of my horoscope to be sent to my cell phone. It would REALLY save me a lot of grief if I knew what it had to say to me BEFORE I actually lived it. I very well might handle situations differently had I the knowledge that some random astrologer had the foresight to tell me what was going to happen, and how to handle it. So, my dear Sampson, I can only imagine how absolutely out of touch with reality you must thing me to be, but you were right – I just need to relax. And I need to be honest, and I need to just BE. So noted. So noted…

It feels like you’re living in a fishbowl, and that private emotions are on display for everyone to see. But that’s all in your head. If anything, loved ones need a clearer understanding of what’s going on with you.