After yesterday’s post I was asked to clarify what kind of “interesting” the drunk monkeys were pointing out to me, so I happily gave an example:
“There are seven things more interesting than what you’re doing right now,” they were saying. “Three are time-intensive, three require set up, and one is RIGHT HERE . . .”
As bad as it can be when the drunk monkeys of my mind are screaming, it’s oddly worse when they’re mellow and just pointing out things more interesting than what I’m trying to focus on.
The other evening while in the middle of an impromptu wake, an opportunity for me to express my opinion on something presented itself, and I declined because I felt I was a tad deep in my cups to have a shareable opinion.
I was proud of myself until I realized I still haven’t mastered that skill when not deep in my cups.
When talking with someone considering any sort of cosmetic procedure (especially surgical), I’ve noticed there’s a direct correlation between how much I think they don’t need to change anything, and how little they believe me.
Me: (talking about books) While I have my preferences, of course, I like anything interesting with a good story, really.
Me: *pauses*
Me: Now that I say that out loud, I suppose that applies to most things I like in life, come to think.
As I did the obligatory (and wise) walk around the house to secure things for our brush with Nicole, I decided a few things in frequent use on the back porch were sheltered enough that I could safely leave them so long as we didn’t get a dramatically unexpected shift in projected wind speed here.
I mentioned this to my son, stressing that I’d be keeping an eye on the wind, of course, and that if I started to see a problem forming, I could bring them in quickly enough, so it was something to watch for, but nothing to worry about since conditions were changing so slowly.
“So . . .” he said. “This would be an example of something that is important, but not urgent then.”
I think it should be self-evident why I signed up for weather alert updates, particularly during hurricane season. And I can certainly appreciate the reasoning behind getting dual updates informing me that I am both under a tropical storm warning and a hurricane watch.
Being reminded of this every three hours or so, however, just strikes me as excessive.
After years of voting, with the exception of confirming my previous votes in some runoff elections, I had absolutely no one to vote for, and ended up doing a straight “voting against” ticket.
Lately the drunk monkeys of my mind have started offering to share their drinks with me.
Person 1: I look so terrible in this picture.
Person 2: You look fine! Now if you want to see a terrible picture, check this out.
Person 1: That’s a great picture of you!
Both Together: (thinking) Why can’t this person see the obvious?
Candles & Curses 