So - it's no secret to anyone that I've been a bit up and down of late, mired in some world where Bridget Jones, Eyore, and Samuel Beckett had an orgy that birthed my brain. This particular brain has been wreaking havoc on my life.
During a great bout of said havoc-wreaking the other day my friend happened to call and as we chatted she asked me if I was really that upset. I attempted to flatly reply...
"yeah"
I tried to explain why - a nearly impossible feat - and it doesn't bear here so I'm not going to repeat it.
In response she told me a story...
Many years ago we were all playing with one of those questions books, this one was "Would you rather?" The question at hand,
"Would you rather gain the ability to leave excellent voicemail messages or have the elevator come more quickly by pushing the buttons rapidly, multiple times?"
I had said: "Well I already leave AWESOME voicemail messages so I've gotta go elevator."
She apparently now thinks of me whenever trying to get the elevator to come faster.
I have no recollection of this moment - but it's nice to know I trust that I have at least one thing under control.
I'm sure you do too. Something is bound to break you eventually - you can always fall back on your personal equivalent of excellent voicemail messages. It's a good thing to have in your pocket.
2 comments:
M 50 GSOH wd lk 2 swp brains.
I'd give mine away if I could. I'd especially swap it for the talkative elevator lady's at work... this is the seventh floor, the doors are opening, the doors are closing, please mind the closing doors etcetera.
Chatty, informative, only occasionally getting the floors wrong (how?), doesn't do weather or Mondays or Fridays. A perfect existence.
I neither leave good voice mail messages nor will the elevator come any faster no matter what I do!!!!
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