August 28th, 2006 by Atomictumor
How the hell can you people wear ankle socks? Â Â 
I’m a fan of Reality Me’s Doug, as he espouses a very zen like whatever-doesn’t-kill-me-makes-me-stronger attitude, which I can relate to. However, the essential difference between Doug and myself, is that he smiles as he says it, and I add the words “asshole” at the end of mine.
This week has just been chock full of those obstacles.
But first, I want to address socks. This morning I mistakenly grabbed a pair of my brothers ankle socks, and didn’t feel like digging in the dark to find more socks in the clean clothes basket, so I wore em anyway. Its one of the more uncomfortable experiences I’ve dealt with recently. Its kinda the foot equivalent of underwear that just keeps wedging into the crack, but not enough to require major alterations. Enough where you look around to see if anybody’s noticing a cheek hanging out, tho. Except on the foot.
You see, its got me all messed up. Ankles aren’t designed to get air when wearing socks. Its a biological oddity, and against the master plan.
This has been a metaphor for events recently. Poor GAC is having more god-awful tooth pain that we can’t really afford to fix, because my insurance (while great on the health side of things) sucks on the dental side of things. Hopefully she’ll be able to deal with it today, because her hurting sets off my protective instinct (which I shouldn’t have anyway with a liberated woman, right?), but the problem is that theres nothing to protect her from, so I end up becoming stressed, and then I start snarling and frothing and bellowing like the dumb beast that I am.
Then we’ve got the assorted school financial aid problems, mine being sorted (and documented in the tumor here, and here), and GACs beginning this morning with finding out that her F.A. isn’t done for the semester, and oh, hey, cutoff is 8/28. Burn.
This, on top of our regular cyclical chorus of money troubles, is enough to make a man wanna sing the blues. However, as I am essentially a cynical ass trying his best to smile, I’m going to think of the good things.
While my throat was king hell sore last weekend, it is much better today. Woot.  Nobody else is sick, doublewoot.
The Of Montreal show was damn nice. MastaG, who was at the lip of the stage with us declared that lead singer Kevin Barnes is “A GOOOOOOOD”. Always nice to have your kids enjoy a show by a crossdressing, glitter wearing dancing fool. And the things he can do with a samurai sword, whew.
The weekend trip to the Blueberry Farm was a sublime treat. That place is refreshing, and a little manual labor can be just what you need sometimes. That, and I learned to drive the family tractor, just like a real life farmboy.
So far, our house hasn’t burnt down.
Man, Doug, how do you do it? Its just too much fun to wallow in self pity and anger!
August 28th, 2006 at 12:40 pm
Whos gay lookin’ feet are those anyway?
August 28th, 2006 at 12:46 pm
I dunno, some chick off a GIS. Gots no camera at work. I went home, but didn’t have the sense to change socks.
August 28th, 2006 at 12:54 pm
That’s cause secretly you like those funny looking socks.
August 28th, 2006 at 1:17 pm
Dude. They’re not cool at all. I dig sandals, and flip flops, and barefootin it, but I don’t like this. It feels too much like I’m wearing one of MastaG’s socks on my size 15s.
August 28th, 2006 at 1:25 pm
Doug gets angry, but thankfully, not very often. Short socks are better than men wearing shoes with no socks. The college complications should taper off just before the children start college. Money woes are eternal. Join some doomsday cult that makes you feel okay about maxing out the accounts since the world is about to end anyway. A sense of humor and sarcasm will get you through most things.
August 28th, 2006 at 1:29 pm
Gah. 1st class of the day done, and now I have a two hour wait until my next class begins. It won’t be like this normally, but since today’s the introduction, we escaped early. My drawing teacher is quite nice and I liked her automatically. She’s a bit of a hippy, and she’s a Scot, so I get to listen to her lovely lilt for 6 hours a week.
My pain has upgraded from hardly existant to frustrating and now lays somewhere between severe and Oh my God I’m going to rip the tooth out.
I got a parking space that may technically be The Parking Space Furthest From Any of the Buildings. And I had to chase around people walking back to their cars just to get it. I hate that PSTCC enrolls more students than they have parking for. And since schedules are so disperate, I don’t know anyone I can carpool with.
So that’s my bitching for the moment.
August 28th, 2006 at 1:42 pm
How about calling the dentist while you’re waiting?
August 29th, 2006 at 9:59 am
Cathy and I were very tickled with your post!
As for “Man, Doug, how do you do it? Its just too much fun to wallow in self pity and anger!” I hit my quota on self pity and anger long ago then dipped into other people’s allotment. I’m way overdrawn and am trying to bring a karmic balance back regarding self pity and anger. It’s like crack though and I still dabble in the self-pity and anger more than I would like.
August 29th, 2006 at 10:05 am
See, oddly enough, I’m the other way around. I had a pretty darn zen state of mind, fueled by, yes, consumption of substances, for many years, and am now, in my dotage, beginning to get irritated easily. That alone irritates me, which sets off a never ending spiral.
Friggin substances.
August 29th, 2006 at 11:58 am
“…in my dotage, beginning to get irritated easily.”
I’ve seen this before. Old and cranky.