I’m Losing My Shit…Literally!

I just spoke to a friend and told her that I lost my check book last night.

“Didn’t you lose it last week?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah…no, that was my wallet…I found that.”

Whoops…I had forgotten to do the friend rotation on this week’s psychodrama. It’s fine to have a psychodrama, I just need to relay the facts out over disparate relationships so that nobody discovers the true nature of my insanity (unless they read my blog).

Last month I wrote an email to a person I was interested in contacting about redesigning my website (finally…I know). The subject line read:

“Hey, Chris…It’s Chris, Chris’ friend!” (I’m not making this up…I am truly losing it).

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Growing up, I was frequently the kid left standing there when all the other kids’ parents had picked them up. My father would arrive in a panic, totally having forgotten that it was his day, or a certain time. I can’t say today that I couldn’t see myself doing the same thing if I had kids (maybe that’s why I don’t). Some people contend with the war, famine, racism, violence, and betrayal…mine is the more elusive and chronic problem of disengaging from the essential act of living.

Just for today, I accept that I’m a space case.