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Mental Taillights Fading in the Distance

Ever have your mood change before you noticed? Or for no obvious reason? I don't know what happened, but I just went from bored and lethargic to a tense burst of energy. I'm fidgeting and randomly pissed off.

I hate that. Sudden feelings of antipathy towards no one in particular. The tightly wound spring held in check by a simple hook in an eyebolt, watching all the careless hands nearby ... Something must've happened somewhere to someone I know.

Being somewhat empathic has it's ups and its downs. This is definitely a down, as it will bother me until I find out what's going on and to whom.

At least I got stuff done today.

- Pookah


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Mar. 14th, 2001 04:10 pm (UTC)
Yes, absolutely...I get those quick mood turns too, that I cant pin to anything.

I think part of it is plugging into the moods of those around me...

But sometimes I think little things trigger it -- hunger, disappointment, embarrassment...things I cant identify at the time.
Mar. 15th, 2001 08:58 am (UTC)
I've had a pretty good track record of "tuning in" to other people's brains. Sometimes I feel it, sometimes I finish other people's sentences, sometimes I say the exact same words as they are at the same time.

Like surfing other people's brainwaves.

- Pookah
Mar. 14th, 2001 04:56 pm (UTC)
Then again...
The same effects are quite often brought on

by PMS.
Mar. 15th, 2001 09:27 am (UTC)
Not I, Said the Duck
That's one thing I plan on never suffering from personally. I may suffer indirectly, but that's different.

- Pookah
Mar. 15th, 2001 01:53 pm (UTC)
No, ducks say 'quack'
Unless you're in Sweden, at which point they say Qvak.

I had a really obscure joke going on with myself about that at one point, and whenever I explained it, they looked at me blankly and said something to the effect of 'that's not funny'.

So I quit explaining.

And I've heard (and experienced, maybe) that there's a monthly ickifying cycle for males as well as females. Whether PMS is a cause or an effect, though... this is yet to be determined.
Mar. 15th, 2001 02:09 pm (UTC)
Ask One To Help You Make Bread
One of my sister's favorite stories was the story of the Little Red Hen. The one who planted grain, milled the wheat, etc. and got no help from the other barnyard animals until it was time to eat the bread she'd made.

I guess it stuck with my dad, because when my mom asks for a volunteer to do something, occasionally my father will quote, "Not I, said the duck."

But good bad pun there. Qvak.

As for monthly ickifying ... *shrug* ... that's news to me. Maybe I should check and see when I've felt like crap. I'm better today, that's for sure. Tired from wasting a full day on meetings instead of actually accomplishing anything, but my mood's lighter again.

- Pookah
Mar. 15th, 2001 02:49 pm (UTC)
I... don't make bread?
It's one of the skills I'm lacking. *shrugs* Drats, he's discovered a weakness.

Ducks used to be my favourites animals ever. I'd chase one down and calm it down until it went to sleep in my lap, and pet it. So... yeah. I used to love ducks.

Now when they ask me what my favourite animal is, I tend to say 'humans'.

I love children's stories. One of my favourites has always be 'love you forever'. The one with the song. and 'max and the night kitchen' and 'good night moon'. Of course, when most of the parents were reading berenstein bears to their kids or just watching tv...
my dad read us lord of the rings a couple times through.

So... um... yeah.
Mar. 16th, 2001 09:15 am (UTC)
The Wonder of Fresh-Baked Bread
Anything in the store just doesn't compare. But I cheat, I use a bread machine. Still good stuff.

I remember being a big fan of the Berenstein Bears. Partly because the kid seemed like me. There was one about when his younger sister was born (I have one), and one about how there was one other kid named Too Tall who was better than him at every sport ... except soccer. I being a short soccer player, loved that. =) I am thankful to have achieved average stature.

However, now the few times I run into my old babysitter, if any stories start being told, she still always remembers how I would always ask to read the books to her as if it still blows her mind.

- Pookah
Mar. 17th, 2001 09:02 pm (UTC)
MMmm, bread.
It depends which store you're going to. There are some wonderful bakeries that sell day-old bread at, like, fifty to seventyfive percent off... and it's SO SO SO SO good *grins*

Of course, I love bread in general. My parents use bread machines. I don't. It tastes... funny.

I know a short soccer player. Ever associated anything with anything else to remember it? I do that with names. At this one place, there's Darren, Justin's brother; Justin who's tall with a zipper; and Gred who's short and plays soccer. And that's how I remember who they are.

I remember learning to read from those books that have pictures of, like, elephants, next to the word 'elephant'... and you learn that the picture means the word... and I had two of those. Just-so stories, both of them.
Mar. 19th, 2001 08:20 am (UTC)
Schmidt's Blue Ribbon
... bakes their bread about 2-3 miles from my parents house, and I swear by the brand.

Association is most closely how my mind works. Like today...
I read about how in the NCAA tournament North Carolina lost to Penn State.
North Carolina sporting in general brought up the Carolina Hurricanes of hockey.
They're in the same division as the Washington Capitals, who I happen to cheer for.
I remembered they'd been on a two game slide, so I wondered how they were doing ... and immediately turned to the hockey pages of the sports section.

But my memory works best for things I see and patterns. I'm more likely to remember the exact wording of a letter I read than 2 sentences I hear. Music falls under patterns, and I pick up lyrics really well.

One of my friends refers to me as Dave-who-was-grounded, because she knows several Daves, and the first time I was supposed to have met her, she asked where I was, and I was grounded at the time. The epithet stuck, unfortunately.

I don't specifically remember not being able to read, or even much of the learning phases (not counting vocabulary expansion). All I do remember is the preschool room I was in when I was 3, and a sign on the wall that said ABC 123, and getting extra punch for pointing out to the kid next to me that B was B and not R and not P and not D.

- Pookah
Mar. 19th, 2001 08:05 pm (UTC)
oddly enough,
We were not only talking about stream-of-consciousness in association with the modernist period of literature today, we also discussed how it connected with association...
and I heard about that win elsewhere, which made me remember that.
it's 6 handshakes, but with ideas.
I wonder if that works?
Mick goes to state college highschool.

As for lyrics... it may take me a while to get the exact words, but I can duplicate the tunes quickly, often on first hearing.
They're designed to be sung, methinks.
and so often predictable.

My friends tend to refer to me by name or title or 'you'. Very few of them add the 'nie' to my name anymore, which is odd, since they all used to... the good ones, anyway.

I remember really really wanting the pointy scissors in kindergarten... I still have this... uh... irrational prejudice towards the person I sat next to.
I doubt she'd be my best friend in the first place...
but she always took the pointy scissors.

And I remember the lady from the room next-door in preschool. It wasn't my room, but we went there sometimes. SHe had long red nails and long blonde hair, and I thought she was beautiful.

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