Times like these make me think of how difficult it must be for people with chronic fatigue syndrome, for example, to stay on top of the details of life. I have a mild case of OCPD (obsessive-compulsive personality disorder). It mostly manifests itself in muscle twitches, routine and ruthless attention to details and 'the rules'. Although I find myself bending cognizantly in many cases, some things will never cease to be problematic. Such is life. Currently I am ending a 6 day run of work, which exhausts me, and I have one day, Sunday, to embark upon a multitude of tasks which I have been putting off for the past week and longer. Obviously, they won't all get taken care of tomorrow. But I have no choice about going after as many as I can. It's the rabbit run of life, the Sisyphusian undertaking of chores. It doesn't help that I cannot cool off. Hotlanta returns, y'all.
I'm reminded of people I know who really don't get caught up in the details of life. They don't worry, don't complain, they simply exist, and things happen in and around them. Some are successful, some more or less vagrants. It all seems random. I envy that ability to disallow the 'worries of this life' to enter into one's daily experience. I believe Jesus meant for something similar to occur. To me, that is simply one more task to toil upon, one more command to obey, one more check to remove from the list. In the end, though, it probably doesn't matter the means.
This has been brought to you under the influence of Harpoon Leviathan and tiredness. Straight up 80 proof tiredness.
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