My son stayed home from the parades today to stay with me because, well, I was behaving oddly, even for me. After watching me pace, smoke, post, catnap, pace, smoke, post, he delivered his current theory regarding my er...condition:
"The problem is, Mom, you have a very dynamic "chi" that is internalized to the point of self-destruction."
(I suspect that is a Bruce Lee quote.)
But I admit, his smug analysis irked me so I just said:
"Son, do you really want to discuss kundalini with your mother? Think about it. It could get weird."
He thought about it and changed the subject.
"I'm going to create a graphic for you when I get home later."
His idea? A tombstone with my name on it, d.o.b.-eternity, with a hand, bursting out of the earth before the stone, with carefully painted nails, shooting the world the finger.
I like it already.
See folks? It really ain't all that bad.
and gee, I might as well stay up now so I can sleep tonight.
now that I've announced that I'll prolly fall into a deep sleep as soon I submit this.
reverse psychology as self-help...it works for me.