The Move

So we're in the midst of The Move.  This is stressful, moving.  This is a fact.  This is not an opinion on my part.  Moving is rated as one of the top 5 most stressful things that one can do.

So the question is: why am I doing this thing?  It's becoming clear to me that I have only a shadowy grasp of why I do anything.  Most of the stress that I have in my life can be directly traced to my own actions.  This is one of the reasons that people find it so irritating when I bitch about the problems that I think I have in my life.

"Didn't you make the decision to do this?" they ask, perplexed.  "Why are you taking up my valuable time complaining about something that's your own fault?"

Yesterday SuperK and I had a little spat about some packing dynamic.  The fact that we can only generate enough energy to fight about glassware that we don't care about and should be thrown away is telling.  Anyway, I don't get angry that often but when I do people notice.  It's not that you can't tell when I'm angry.  You can tell.  It's obvious.  And I fight to win - I'm not a defensive fighter.  I'm real big on the offense.

Try not to talk, Seaweed.  Try not to talk.