I may be crazy, a little frayed around the ends. One of these days I’ll phase you out…
No. 23, Foo Fighters, Breakout.
My neuroses are out in full force as August winds down. The book’s not quite done, it’s sort of good, or maybe it’s not. A certain team is supposedly in contention in baseball. Lots of volunteer events on the weekends (Yeah, I know, me.) Projects at work coming to a head, covering for other colleagues who are away. A September loaded with weekend commitments. And an October in which I turn 30. For whatever reason, I’m a little frazzled.
Happens occasionally, and I’ll never know if it’s because I’m totally narcicisstic and shallow, was weaned on too many neurotic TV shows, or listened to too much metal or grunge spine-tingling music. Anyway, something will come along to ease the stress, but until then, I’m furiously on pins and needles, tugging at my hair. Ridiculous, I know. You wonder if you grow out of these things, but then just relax in the confidence you can move past it. Because with age, kids, jobs, careers, money, and all that stuff – when does it actually get any less frazzling?
Don’t answer that. Just wait ’til I break out. Lemme break out.
Update: You know what? Maybe it was the Cubs. I am a little more relaxed, now, even though I’m also totally fried. September baseball, how quickly we forget.
You take what you can get, I guess.
