Stir Crazy

8 Feb

Only three weeks in and I have found myself at somewhat of an interesting crossroads. The sleeping in has been quite dreamy, the zero-pressure atmosphere delightful and the yoga is devine. But not unlike Tom Hanks’ character in the movie Cast Away… I have simply had enough of myself. And I don’t even have a volleyball named Wilson to talk to.

That’s right, I said it. I have grown weary of my own company AND the sound of my own voice as it bounces off the ceiling while the cat just sits there blinking at me. This is unchartered territory for me and it is a rather strange land in which to navigate. It’s no wonder that people get so weird when they live alone for years and years. It’s really not all that surprising that some wind up writing lengthy manifestos and exhibiting questionable behavior. If left alone for too long a human being can get… well… a little whacko.

No worries, dear readers. I haven’t begun writing a manifesto or threatening letters to the government or Elizabeth Hasselbeck on The View (even though I AM tempted because she is just THAT annnoying). I am not assembling explosives in my basement or digging a bunker or anything like that. I am just becoming acutely aware of my own, personal need to interact with people a bit further beyond cyberspace.

Not only do I feel the need to reach out, yesterday I actually got out to do a little shopping, run a few errands, etc. Oh what an exciting expedition it was! It wasn’t until I opened my mouth to speak to another human being that I realized how much I needed to get out. The teller at the bank looked at me like I’d spontaneously sprouted a second head right before her very eyes when I finally choked out the proper words to communicate to her that I needed to open an account.

I wondered what her deal was giving me the look she was giving me and then I suddenly realized it was because I was nervous. ME! Nervous! I will talk to anyone! I DO talk to anyone and everyone… and yet it had been just long enough since I’d spoken to someone other than Lee or Stanley the cat that I felt a bit nervous at the sound of my very own voice directed toward another living, breathing person.

I practically leapt across the counter and told the cashier at Big Lots the entire story of Lee’s proposal when she complimented me on my engagement ring. I got about three sentences in before I heard the little voice inside my head telling me to shut the hell up, take my purchases and go because hello?? SHE DOESN’T CARE.

In the pasta aisle at the grocery store I wanted to tell the sweet, old lady who smiled at me that I had just found the missing remote to my DVD player amidst the stacks and stacks of boxes in the garage and also that I couldn’t believe the garbage man hadn’t come yet to gather our trash! I mean, how long is that can going to have to sit on the curb anyway!?!?

Do not fear. I didn’t act on the impulse in the pasta aisle or any other aisle for that matter. I quietly selected my items and wandered the store, browsing and just enjoying my freedom in general. For I know that ALL TOO SOON I will be punching a time clock and wishing, longing… PINING for these days of pure, unstructured time.

Soooo… there’s that… and the fact that I am also taking the appropriate measures to ensure continued and sustained sanity by messaging many of my friends and contacts in the city to set up brunch/lunch/dinner/coffee ASAP. And to those of you “friends and contacts in the city” whom I have contacted to DO brunch/lunch/dinner/coffee ASAP who may be reading thisPlease do NOT be afraid. I promise to drink only decaf and mum’s the word about the garbage man. Even though he IS always totally late in picking up the trash.

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9 Responses to “Stir Crazy”

  1. becomingcliche February 8, 2012 at 6:36 AM #

    I’ve been home for three years now. My verbal communication consists primarily of points and grunts and asking people if they need to go potty.

    • Woman In Thrisis February 8, 2012 at 10:51 AM #

      haha :D THAT is too funny! After my interaction with the teller at the bank, I wondered if that is what I am destined for ;) NOT good for interviewing for potential jobs, so I must get out regularly and interact to keep my people and communication skills honed ;)

    • Deb Shields February 8, 2012 at 10:52 AM #

      that’s hilarious but so true! I laughed out loud.

  2. Deb Shields February 8, 2012 at 10:54 AM #

    Joanna, this is TOO funny!

    • Woman In Thrisis February 8, 2012 at 11:00 AM #

      Thanks Maw :D I knew you’d appreciate it. Even though your are retired, you can probably relate just a little bit?? Or then again… maybe not.

  3. cravesadventure February 8, 2012 at 12:26 PM #

    When I was layed off and unemployed for 6 months, I found solace in the library. There I could find some activity while reading a magazine and just people watch – ha! Hang in there & Have a Great Day:) Enjoy IT while You Can!!!

  4. Booksphotographsandartwork February 8, 2012 at 1:10 PM #

    I used to be the most shy person on the planet. Now I would talk to a tree if it would talk to me. My husband and I had to stop at the grocery store the other day and he insisted on coming in with me. He said if he didn’t I would find someone to talk to and stay in there for hours. I said that is ridiculus. Well sure enough while he was getting what he needed I was talking to someone in the short line while getting what I needed. He said later, he could not believe that I just started talking the that other person. He hadn’t seen the previous part of the conversation so to him it looked a little odd. Plus he is not a people person.

  5. Shawdiane June 22, 2012 at 6:16 PM #

    I just have days when I can talk the hind legs off a giraffe & days when I just can’t bring myself to say hi even to the postman & I don’t care ! :-)

  6. Shawdiane August 18, 2012 at 1:08 AM #

    PLEASE REMOVE MY MESSAGE

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