When things get all jumbled up...
I awoke this morning, my day off this week, at exactly 10:35am. I mean I didn't even open my eyes until then - an unheard of thing for me on most occasions and in my defense I hadn't even taken any Benedryl the night before! I was thoroughly exhausted - sort of a theme for last couple of months or longer. Long days, short nights. Things running together. Loss of my vital brain power.
Even at almost 11am, I found it hard to pry myself out of bed. I did it, don't worry. But I sure didn't want to. I started to do all the thankless domestic chores that are crucial to life survival as I was walking around talking to myself. Oh, come on. You know you do it. I live by myself, for Pete's sake. I have to talk to SOMEONE. And I somehow decided to make those jobs a little less thankless by thanking myself. After I sit for a spell and feel so much better that all the debris has been vacuumed from the floor, I thank myself for doing it. And then it isn't so bad, and maybe even worth it. Yes, I'm strange. You always knew it. Shocker.
I am currently reading "Committed," by Elizabeth Gilbert. The first part of the book was entertaining, informative and a fast read. When I hit page 100 I started pondering. What this really means is that I started reading slower, thinking out every phrase, taking forever to make it through each chapter, and processing every possible example out of my life and the life of everyone I know to attempt to validate or discard Gilbert's reasoning. One of these points being this: "The Dads or Cads" theory. Apparently there's a gene, the vasopressin receptor gene, that makes men trustworthy and reliable spouses, being monogamous, generous father-figures and contributing to stable households. According to Gilbert, men who lack this gene are disloyal, untrustworthy, "cads" who father children but leave the other category of men to raise their children and remarry their wives whom they left for the next flavor of the month. Is this true? Can all the women of the world demand genetic testing before chosing their mate of choice? I, for one, am all for this.
Even at almost 11am, I found it hard to pry myself out of bed. I did it, don't worry. But I sure didn't want to. I started to do all the thankless domestic chores that are crucial to life survival as I was walking around talking to myself. Oh, come on. You know you do it. I live by myself, for Pete's sake. I have to talk to SOMEONE. And I somehow decided to make those jobs a little less thankless by thanking myself. After I sit for a spell and feel so much better that all the debris has been vacuumed from the floor, I thank myself for doing it. And then it isn't so bad, and maybe even worth it. Yes, I'm strange. You always knew it. Shocker.
I am currently reading "Committed," by Elizabeth Gilbert. The first part of the book was entertaining, informative and a fast read. When I hit page 100 I started pondering. What this really means is that I started reading slower, thinking out every phrase, taking forever to make it through each chapter, and processing every possible example out of my life and the life of everyone I know to attempt to validate or discard Gilbert's reasoning. One of these points being this: "The Dads or Cads" theory. Apparently there's a gene, the vasopressin receptor gene, that makes men trustworthy and reliable spouses, being monogamous, generous father-figures and contributing to stable households. According to Gilbert, men who lack this gene are disloyal, untrustworthy, "cads" who father children but leave the other category of men to raise their children and remarry their wives whom they left for the next flavor of the month. Is this true? Can all the women of the world demand genetic testing before chosing their mate of choice? I, for one, am all for this.
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