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lay no more drama on me
Nov. 4th, 2003 10:28 amI'm declaring a ban on emotional involvement of drama in my life. Which is to say, I'm just going to stop caring and start laughing. Er, harder. I feel above it all, somehow.
Not because of any sort of inherent superiority, per se, just that I'm making a conscious decision not to get involved. Which is sorta superior if you think about it. I can't deny a taste for drama, but just like a rich dessert, it's bad for me and I can only handle so much before I feel sick.
I often get bogged down in caring about shit - that is, worried about it - till I realize that it's not that big of a deal, and suddenly, it isn't, the weight's lifted. I don't know why more people don't do this. Maybe they don't know about it. But even in high school I could tell myself, "Hey, you know, in a week, you'll still be alive and well," and things would automagically improve. I can't always remember to do this - hell, half the time it just happens without me even trying - but it's always nice when it does.
Anyway.
( what I listened to yesterday )
I just processed a medical record of a massage patient, who had to draw in the areas where she felt pain. Little diagrams of a lady, and on some of them she drew costumes. Like, the first time she got bored I guess, a leotard. Second time, Carmen Miranda-esque. Third time, Motley fool-garb. Fourth time, devil horns and shit. It was kinda funny. She's like, 38 years old at the time. See Steve, another funny female.
Not because of any sort of inherent superiority, per se, just that I'm making a conscious decision not to get involved. Which is sorta superior if you think about it. I can't deny a taste for drama, but just like a rich dessert, it's bad for me and I can only handle so much before I feel sick.
I often get bogged down in caring about shit - that is, worried about it - till I realize that it's not that big of a deal, and suddenly, it isn't, the weight's lifted. I don't know why more people don't do this. Maybe they don't know about it. But even in high school I could tell myself, "Hey, you know, in a week, you'll still be alive and well," and things would automagically improve. I can't always remember to do this - hell, half the time it just happens without me even trying - but it's always nice when it does.
Anyway.
( what I listened to yesterday )
I just processed a medical record of a massage patient, who had to draw in the areas where she felt pain. Little diagrams of a lady, and on some of them she drew costumes. Like, the first time she got bored I guess, a leotard. Second time, Carmen Miranda-esque. Third time, Motley fool-garb. Fourth time, devil horns and shit. It was kinda funny. She's like, 38 years old at the time. See Steve, another funny female.
