Lately I’ve felt super overwhelmed with life to the point where I’m not really plugging into any one thing. I’ve got a zillion wires going in every direction and they are short, frayed, and exposed. Everything is going quite well, actually. I mean, shit always goes down because it’s a fucking gong show on a good day but right now there are way more good things going on than bad and that’s just something to smack an ass for.
Whenever I do too much all at once, it always ends poorly because I can only keep my shit together for so long before it all blows up.
Which reminds me of the day we had a staff meeting at the Running Room and this guy Ryan and I were sitting side by side on a wooden bench, listening to our boss give a talk. But, my stomach was off. Way off. Although closely related, hunger rumbles happen up high whereas impending diarrhea occurs in the much lower region of the intestine and in this case, the poo pipe. The rumbles were so violent that they caused the wooden bench we were sitting on to actually vibrate. Like, actually.
Aghast, Ryan finally turned to me and said, “For goodness’ sake Suzy, take your phone out of your back pocket!”
A bit awkward, because my phone was in the back room while I held in my diarrhea during the meeting at the front of the store.
Nevertheless, I pretended to get up from the bench to walk to the back to put my phone away, and then made an urgent stop at the bathroom on my way back, like whoa. I was sweating. That was close.
It’s right there below the surface, but we can get up and make the call if we want to. Because really, some shit just has to go.
Are you doing too much? Do you like it? Are you addicted to chaos? Or does it freak you out?
Do you ever have those noises that come from down there that aren’t actually external farts that hit the outside air?
Do you want to take me off your bookmarks now?