Today, for example, I was grumpy. I got up in the morning with a huge headache and that was enough to do the trick, so I became grumpy. It was a conscious decision, however quietly it may have been made.
For some reason, whenever I get grumpy, I simply must do something counter-intuitively productive... That doesn't really make sense, but I mean that I do something that would be productive, except I have much more important things to do. Usually these 'something productive' things involve hobbies.
So this morning, when I slumped out of bed at around 10:30 with a pounding migraine, I decided to do something.
Grumpy Trigger
I walked down the hallway, turned right, turned right again, walked down the stairs, turned left, walked down another hallway, and turned right. I entered the 'craft room'. This room holds many memories for me, reaching all the way back to the year my family moved into our house when I was 5. I've always had some sort of crazy project going on down there.
As I entered this time, I had a plan forming in my head, a very loose plan mind you as it only had to do with the colors I would like to use... I walked over to the wall of cabinets and began pulling out and examining fabric.
All of it came from my grandmother, who was a seamstress. It's all very old and some of it certainly looks that way.
After a few moments of scrutiny, searching for perfection, I tossed a few denim scraps from old jeans onto the table. I just started throwing them together in a jigsaw type manner, finding whatever would fit together neatly. Without a thought in my head as to what the heck I was going to make with this, I sewed and sewed. Eventually my sisters came into the room:
_________, What are you making?
I don't know. Go away.
They just kept pestering me, berating me over and over with questions as to what on this sweet smelling earth I was constructing. Having no idea myself and being grouchy-as well as in 'the zone', I reacted with blunt rudeness. I'm sorry for that, by the way, my dears Pickle and Maydie.
So after a few hours of hard concentration, I came out satisfied with a sturdy backpack, which is all I've really made in the past forever, aside from various and peculiar other things...
It was rather stress relieving though. You should try it some time... It just takes like an entire day... and there you have it, something new and... hopefully... useful.
These are the times I wonder though...
What do Normal People do When They're Grumpy?
I honestly have no idea. In all of my conceded brilliance, I just cannot figure it out. Obviously, as we have all been told time and time again, there is no real Normal person, but what does the average Joe do to cope with his own frustrations? Read? Eat? Couch potat-ify? Exercise? Those all seem rather dull.
As I sit here, in my comfy roll-y chair, reflecting on the concept of normal-ness, I can't help but think of my dreams over the past few nights. To sum it all up quickly, The one dream was all about convincing 'self's' dad that he needed to buy more bananas and the other was all about 'the Lion King'... I have a very abnormal subconscious, or so I've been repeatedly told... So now I have a question for you, my lovely reader:
In what ways do you consider yourself to be normal/abnormal?
You don't have to actually respond if you don't wish to, but ponder that for a moment.
...
now that you've had your moment, in what ways are you Really normal/abnormal? Are you being a fat old Dursley and fancying yourself to be some level of normal that you are not?
just something to think about...
Grumpy and Bored,
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