The Law of Unintended Consequences
By The Misfit | February 23, 2010
In Sunday’s post, I talked about how I understood the consequences of skipping down a specific primrose path. And for that particular example, I’d say that’s damn well true.
There are other instances, however, where I apparently didn’t look far enough ahead.
See, I used to be a cryer. If I was tired and got aggravated, I’d cry. If I was happy, I’d cry. If I was even the slightest bit sad, I’d cry. The worst, though, was if I got pissed.
Ever try to tell someone to take a flying leap when you’re all red-faced and sobbing with snot running out of your nose?
I know… ’tis not a pretty picture.
Most of the people who’ve known me as an adult haven’t truly seen this side of me. Oh, there were times I cried, but for the most part I’d have to be upset to the point of considering hari kari, and it didn’t happen so much when I got mad. At least not when I was around other people.
It’s been like that for years, and when I started feeling run down all the time, it almost never happened.
So, here I am, after having spent the past 10 years feeling exceedingly crappy, finally feeling light years better, and wondering why my emotional state seems to be all sorts of insane. Take the past couple of days, for instance: I haven’t slept well, and every time I lie down to take a nap I get interrupted. If it’s not my dad it’s the lawn maintenance crew or the doorbell or the phone. I swear there’s a universal conspiracy that every time I’m determined to cuddle up in bed and blissfully sleep for an hour or three the party line starts yakking and thinking up ways to ensure it doesn’t happen.
Before it would just make me cranky. Today it made me cranky and gave my dad a window seat to an emotionally-charged outburst laden with the whole red-face, crying, snot thing.
Who would’ve thought that as soon as I started feeling better I’d revert back to a number of things that drive me absolutely insane.
p.s. I still haven’t gotten a nap in.
*sigh*
Topics: the misfit life | 4 Comments »
February 25th, 2010 at 4:26 pm
I cry easily. I cry when I’m happy, sad and mad. I have tried and tried not to do this but it happens anyway. I cried at a wedding once and I didn’t even know the bride.
February 25th, 2010 at 7:18 pm
It’s weird being back in this place after years of not. Part of me feels like I’m on a huge emotional roller coaster, though I know it’s just because I’m out of practice.
I’ve never cried at a wedding, so you have me there. I’ve only been to two, so…
February 25th, 2010 at 8:30 pm
My parents recently celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary. It took all my strength not to cry during their ceremony. I hate that I am a crier.
February 25th, 2010 at 8:41 pm
That’s amazing! About your parents’ 50th wedding anniversary. My parents are going to hit their 42nd this year, so I’ve got plenty of time to steel myself from the weepies.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.