Probably on the scale of things, I’m young. You know, one day I’d like to raise a family. Achievable dream for a young one, right?
But wholey buckets, life is complicated. For instance, paperwork. I just started a new job, and have been getting stacks and stacks of paperwork in the mail. But as the great saying goes, why put off til tomorrow what you can avoid doing all together?
But the paperwork wasn’t too hard, especially because it was online. I took a little health quiz for them, and the conclusion from that was that I had an unhealthy level of stress in my life, and perhaps I should “decrease my stress”. I about cracked up. How removing February 18 – 21 from existence? Or Maybe making it so that I haven’t lived in five different places in the past two years? Or Maybe… Are you getting the picture?
As the somewhat irreputable Freud says “Life, as we find it, is too hard for us; it brings us too many pains, disappointments and impossible tasks.”
The other thing that made me kind of laugh about the quiz was that they asked something to the effect of whether stress had “made it difficult for me to concentrate on my work.”
Well. Concentrate? What’s that? I think I’m what they call “distracted”. (Some of it due to happy reasons.)
Meanwhile, I apparently wracked up the price of a shiny new book in library fines, because I didn’t know my book was late. And can we just ignore the fact that I never seem to be able to get to bed on time?
How the heck will I, who can barely run my own life, be able to be a partner in crime for raising children?