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enemyofperfectHaving an anxiety disorder is like juggling angry weasels.
It's like juggling angry weasels all the time. And okay, it turns out that with enough practice, you can get pretty good at anything, even weasel-juggling? But that doesn't mean it doesn't make things difficult.
Like, you can never just pick up a book and read it. Instead it has to be, okay, all three weasels up in the air, time to turn the page and quick catch the weasels again -- yes, excellent, weasels successfully caught! Now read a paragraph. Now look up to make sure the weasels aren't writhing out of control. Good, good. Now read another few paragraphs -- whoops, and there we are with the writhing, damn it, weasels!
( cut for metaphorical weasel violence and all-caps cursing )
Or like you're talking to someone and they're saying something and their sentence ends, "...so what do you think?" And you think, there are at least three things in there I want to address, and the first of them is -- really, with the teeth, weasel, did you honestly have to -- the first of them is that -- oh, so now you're trying to escape? And now you're all trying to escape, thank you, that's exactly what I needed, and don't even pretend you won't feast on our ankles if I let you go, because we've been here before and I know your ways -- but getting back to my train of thought, the first and probably most important thing to mention here is that-- And then you just give up and say, "I'm sorry, I really don't know if I can offer much of an opinion." Which of course is true, but -- even so.
Or maybe one of the worst is if someone's just like "hey, could you pass me the thing, that one by your elbow right there?" And you're like, "sure, I will do that in one moment, I just need to be careful so that I don't OH FUCK I DID IT, I'M SO SORRY, I PASSED YOU AN ANGRY WEASEL BY MISTAKE, I WAS TRYING NOT TO DO IT BUT I DID. Oh fucking weasel hell -- please let me help you pry it off your face?"
I hate it when I accidentally let one of my weasels gnaw on someone else's face. My weasels are my responsibility. They shouldn't be chewing on anyone other than me! And not even me, preferably -- hence the ongoing parlor trick with the hand-eye coordination and the attempts to minimize mustelid-inflicted bloodshed.
But even when I do have the weasels mostly under control, it's just--
Sometimes I just get so tired of all the juggling.
(h/t tostaranise -- lexicon -- and Joss Whedon -- episode context and quote)
It's like juggling angry weasels all the time. And okay, it turns out that with enough practice, you can get pretty good at anything, even weasel-juggling? But that doesn't mean it doesn't make things difficult.
Like, you can never just pick up a book and read it. Instead it has to be, okay, all three weasels up in the air, time to turn the page and quick catch the weasels again -- yes, excellent, weasels successfully caught! Now read a paragraph. Now look up to make sure the weasels aren't writhing out of control. Good, good. Now read another few paragraphs -- whoops, and there we are with the writhing, damn it, weasels!
( cut for metaphorical weasel violence and all-caps cursing )
Or like you're talking to someone and they're saying something and their sentence ends, "...so what do you think?" And you think, there are at least three things in there I want to address, and the first of them is -- really, with the teeth, weasel, did you honestly have to -- the first of them is that -- oh, so now you're trying to escape? And now you're all trying to escape, thank you, that's exactly what I needed, and don't even pretend you won't feast on our ankles if I let you go, because we've been here before and I know your ways -- but getting back to my train of thought, the first and probably most important thing to mention here is that-- And then you just give up and say, "I'm sorry, I really don't know if I can offer much of an opinion." Which of course is true, but -- even so.
Or maybe one of the worst is if someone's just like "hey, could you pass me the thing, that one by your elbow right there?" And you're like, "sure, I will do that in one moment, I just need to be careful so that I don't OH FUCK I DID IT, I'M SO SORRY, I PASSED YOU AN ANGRY WEASEL BY MISTAKE, I WAS TRYING NOT TO DO IT BUT I DID. Oh fucking weasel hell -- please let me help you pry it off your face?"
I hate it when I accidentally let one of my weasels gnaw on someone else's face. My weasels are my responsibility. They shouldn't be chewing on anyone other than me! And not even me, preferably -- hence the ongoing parlor trick with the hand-eye coordination and the attempts to minimize mustelid-inflicted bloodshed.
But even when I do have the weasels mostly under control, it's just--
Sometimes I just get so tired of all the juggling.
(h/t to
staranise -- lexicon -- and Joss Whedon -- episode context and quote)
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Date: 2013-06-04 09:31 am (UTC)