Balls and Walnuts
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When the rush is over
I once bought a decoupage placard that read,
When the rush is over, I’m going to have a nervous breakdown.
I’ve earned it, and no one is going to keep me from it.
Kinda funny considering I was 9 or 10 when I bought it. Well, I no longer see the appeal of a nervous breakdown, unless it’s the temptation of relinquishing all adult responsibilities. Isn’t it odd, though, that no one says “Aunt Jane had a nervous breakdown” nowadays? It’s as if a disease vanished overnight.
I’m tired — not only from the long commute, but also from the strain of yapping at headhunters on the phone and constantly thinking about priorities (good weather? good educational opportunities for Jake? medical care for Karen? money?) and wondering “Am I too old?” (and wondering, “Shall I eat a peach?”) and swinging from one day thinking I’ll have to choose between several attractive offers to the next day thinking no one will make an offer. It’s enough to make anyone sigh. Repeatedly.
But no, I don’t want that nervous breakdown anymore.
But a vacation sure would be nice.
D.
Isn’t it odd, though, that no one says “Aunt Jane had a nervous breakdown†nowadays? It’s as if a disease vanished overnight.
They renamed it “temporary attitude collapse”, made a drug called Plexia or Statanax or Zaffron*, and advertised it out of existence.
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* Starring now in High School Musical 104.
5 words: Stop And Smell The Roses.