Actual Numbers Are Irrelevant

Do you remember that scene from When Harry Met Sally?  No, not that scene, the other one, the scene where Meg Ryan is having a fit.  She announces, “And I’m going to be forty!”

Harry stares at her and then asks, “When?”

Sally: “Someday.”

Harry: “In eight years.”

I do that sometimes too.  I let things go from medium to exponentially huge in a hurry.  It has yet to get to the point where I cry over haircuts, but I get overwhelmed sometimes.  In my head, when my jeans get tight, I’ll decide it’s because I’ve gained 547 pounds.  Actual numbers become irrelevant, and all logic is moot.  I know I’m prone to doing this, so usually I’ll stay quiet about how stressful things are in my imaginary land.  The trick is that lately things have been stressful in real life too, and I haven’t quite known what to do with that.

The good news: We’ve found a house.  Better still, there is not a single swatch of orange wallpaper anywhere.  Yes, we were getting to that point where we’d bid on almost anything to avoid being homeless.  However, we really like this house.

The not-so-good news: I have the flu.  I probably picked it up at the hospital or at school last week.  I’m trying to stay far away from my kids and especially their food, but they’ll probably catch it regardless.

The even worse news: Rather than getting a sick note from my doctor, I dropped all my classes.  (Technically, they’re co-requisites, so dropping half of them wasn’t an option.)  I have no reasonable explanation for this, only the gut instinct that I was headed down the wrong path.  I enjoy the academic part, so I’m thinking about other paths that utilize the same pre-requisites, but also about degrees that can be obtained at my own pace, where there aren’t nine million co-requisites.  In truth, if it’s really just about finding a stable job with insurance and benefits, then I don’t necessarily need another degree for that.

On the negative side, I’m somewhat apprehensive of any decisions made while feverish and snotting green.  Even on small things, I’m really not great at making decisions.  My husband has always made fun of the fact that it takes me ten minutes to order a drink.  “Christy, you know it’s the first thing they’re going to ask because it’s ALWAYS the first thing they ask.”  I like to think I’ve gotten better at decision making, but in reality, I’ve only gotten quicker because my indecisiveness is annoying.

Film still from the famous restaurant scene

“Waiter, I’ll begin with a house salad, but I don’t want the regular dressing. I’ll have the balsamic vinegar and oil, but on the side. And then the salmon with the mustard sauce, but I want the mustard sauce on the side.” Sally is clearly much better than I am at ordering in restaurants, although she is a little annoying in her own regard.  (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Random Questions of the Day:

What do women fake, besides orgasms?  What do men fake?

Do you find your current job/life path fulfilling?  Stressful?  How about those of you in more creative fields?

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24 Responses to Actual Numbers Are Irrelevant

  1. Carrie Rubin says:

    I made a lot of life decisions ignoring my gut. And I’ve been unhappy with the outcomes as a result. I now know to listen to my gut. That doesn’t mean logic doesn’t factor in, but it just means I’m not so quick to disregard the intuition part. Good luck in finding your path.

  2. jimmydevious says:

    What do women fake, besides orgasms?

    Caring about the achievements of OTHER people’s kids WHO BRAG about their kids? I dunno..seems reasonable to me. I don’t have any kids, not even the goat kind of kids, so I could be wrong! 🙂

    What do men fake?

    Ummm…how much time do you have? “It’s gonna be a Bumpy night!!”

    Everything!! lol

    Actually, how about “nasty” injury stories?

    (Because who REALLY wants to hear that you got that “gnarly scrape” last weekend from falling all over your own feet on the sidewalk while looking at a pretty woman or a billboard for a NEW McDonald’s McRib reboot? *Score! *)

    SOOO much easier (and cooler ) to SAY it’s just “road rash” from doing donuts on your buddy’s Ninja. (Even though his Ninja is REALLY more like a Vespa. 😛 lol )

    How about those of you in more creative fields?

    I get *creative” with my day job too ya’know? 😉 But yeah that can be stressful too. You’ve got to have a lot of will to keep going when you think a story idea is BRILLLLIANT, and then have one half of your family not get it, and the other half is pretty much illiterate by choice,

    Another day, another dollah…yo. B)

    • Is it bad that I love nasty injury stories? If you don’t have any, please fake some for me!

      Yeah, I do love it when people brag about their kids. It’s actually far more obnoxious than complaining about your kids. And then I see the kid the person is bragging about… And gah!

      Notable exceptions for when I brag about my kids, who are practically perfect. Duh.

      I think creative jobs are probably stressful in a different way, since it’s more hand to mouth. However, I’ve seriously considered digging ditches by day (Exercise!), and then just leaving it at work and coming home to take care of family and write.

  3. Glad you found a house. Congrats! Wishing you gorgeous mental clarity – let me know what the hell that feels like.

  4. The “I’m going to be 40” moment is one of my favorites. I think it’s far superior – comedically speaking – than the orgasm scene. Just that little note.

    It seems like the main things men fake are appreciation for thing like greeting cards, or home-made things. And other people’s dreams – but that might be universal.

    • Yeah, I’ve long suspected men just pretend to be listening; in reality they’re probably organizing sports statistics in their head. Yet, I’m still jealous. I wish I could retain such a huge volume of statistics… on anything.

      That movie probably has the best dialogue of any movie ever. It holds up remarkably well, even compared to Nora Ephron’s other stuff.

  5. oh, how I love that movie!

    After reading this, I think what you’re doing is simply figuring it all out. LIke we all try to do. I’m still at that point. There is something about being in your 40s though that kind of freaks you out, like you have to hurry up and figure out what you want to be when you grow up. I feel that crush of time now for sure. I know I want to be in the medical field somehow, but still not positive I can handle the intense nursing program. Which is why I’m starting out as medical assistant instead. Ask me next year and I might feel differently. gah! Anyway, best of luck to you in whatever you decide to do, I’m sure you’ll be fabulous at it.

    • The movie really is a classic!

      Yeah, I’m definitely still figuring things out. Now, after so long of taking classes, I have no clue what to do with myself. Job search, clean my house… but I’m still sorta at wit’s end. I was going to tell you more about the program, but I should still be careful what I say on social media. More than anything, the more time you can spend in the hospital, the more it will help you decide, and the more hands-on it is, the better. Also, there are a lot of legal obligations that you need to be comfortable with; that part actually makes me more squeamish than the gross stuff.

  6. I’m the worst at deciding… Let’s start a club or something :).
    For now, my studies are challenging and a bit stressy. Yet satisying too. But above all stressy! 😀

  7. haphillips says:

    Im going to latch onto the flu portion of this blog! I guarantee you that what makes all the things you are dealing with just about unbearable is the damned flu. It shows up just to screw with us during critical moments requiring energy and clarity of thought!

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