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urocyonNote to self: learn some self-control. Chomping on even very yummy rock-hard pretzel nuggets is a bad idea when you have TMD problems. This should be particularly clear when a few days ago you ate a bowlful late at night and woke up feeling like your jaws had been closed with a rusty spike. How wise is it to do exactly the same thing again, and so quickly? Probably about as wise as it was, in retrospect, to push hard for totally unnecessary orthodontic work over one slightly winged front tooth and have your bite screwed up so that your jaw doesn't work properly now. Feh. It's probably time to learn something. (And stop fretting over a sore jaw, but well... )
This seems to be one of my problems. I do try not to take things too seriously, in general; considering my nature, though, I think the best I can aim for is reacting strongly but moving right along to something else. I seem to overreact to things--just the way I'm wired--but my attention span is also a bit odd. WhenI actually have trouble seeing humor in a situation (or it is such black humor that there is little difference over a longer run), this is a particularly bad time to brood. Unfortunately, I think I sometimes choose to do so instead of moving on--as I would usually do swiftly, the way my attention wanders-- though I can't figure out what reward it might be giving me other than just being a too-familiar pattern. Yes, I can manage to brood about brooding, which slightly concerns me. Being in a family full of champion worriers and seeing its effects makes me less inclined to want to fall into this pattern myself. I don't put myself into the fits I used to, but could still check myself more often.
This comes to mind because I am having a bit of a worried day. It's just the usual swarm: money (or lack thereof), my love life (the same, at the moment), general loneliness, what to do with my immediate future. Sometimes I think I use these little worried spells to distract myself from other things that are going on; this became more obvious when I was having problems with an ex and began worrying incessantly about everything but. At this point, it's more annoying than anything; it's not like the same ground hasn't been covered a number of times approaching the national deficit by now, and it's difficult to put completely to the back of my mind and get on with other things. Before too long, it gets distracting like an out-of-tune radio muffled by a blanket. (OK, poor analogy, but it almost works.) It's not that bad right now; I'm mainly irritated at not quite being able to figure out how to stop doing this.
This seems to be one of my problems. I do try not to take things too seriously, in general; considering my nature, though, I think the best I can aim for is reacting strongly but moving right along to something else. I seem to overreact to things--just the way I'm wired--but my attention span is also a bit odd. WhenI actually have trouble seeing humor in a situation (or it is such black humor that there is little difference over a longer run), this is a particularly bad time to brood. Unfortunately, I think I sometimes choose to do so instead of moving on--as I would usually do swiftly, the way my attention wanders-- though I can't figure out what reward it might be giving me other than just being a too-familiar pattern. Yes, I can manage to brood about brooding, which slightly concerns me. Being in a family full of champion worriers and seeing its effects makes me less inclined to want to fall into this pattern myself. I don't put myself into the fits I used to, but could still check myself more often.
This comes to mind because I am having a bit of a worried day. It's just the usual swarm: money (or lack thereof), my love life (the same, at the moment), general loneliness, what to do with my immediate future. Sometimes I think I use these little worried spells to distract myself from other things that are going on; this became more obvious when I was having problems with an ex and began worrying incessantly about everything but. At this point, it's more annoying than anything; it's not like the same ground hasn't been covered a number of times approaching the national deficit by now, and it's difficult to put completely to the back of my mind and get on with other things. Before too long, it gets distracting like an out-of-tune radio muffled by a blanket. (OK, poor analogy, but it almost works.) It's not that bad right now; I'm mainly irritated at not quite being able to figure out how to stop doing this.
