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A couple of weeks ago, my palm pilot stopped synchronizing properly.  Last week, I froze and lost all its data...and I wasn't able to restore from back up.  This is really bad, because without it, I can't organize my life at all.  Happily, Palm has a live chat tech support service, and even though my device dates back to 2002, the analyst Kurt was able to help me with my problem, and I didn't have to pay a dime.  So, now I'm late for a party, but I don't care, because now I have my brain back.  hurray!


Mar. 21st, 2008 11:49 pm
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I had today off from work, and M spent it off with friends, and I find myself, at the end of it, upset with myself.  It's not that I didn't do anything useful or fun with myself today.  No, I went to pilates, got a nice hair cut, went for a walk, watched a Dr. Who episode, and got some shopping done. 

What bugs me is threefold: I didn't do anything about getting a new job, or spend any time writing.  I didn't connect with friends, even though I could have, had I just pulled my cranium from my sphincter.  And, while it felt satisfying in itself, I wound up spending more than an hour at the store anyway.  (I stopped by to retrieve a dropped glove, and stayed fiddling with things, calling UPS to see if they fix their screw up of not delivering today's shipment, and then writing up this post.)

I hate myself when I futz around like this.  I'm very conscious that I'm getting older every day, that I'm letting the only life I'll ever have slip away stupidly, and that if I don't want to look back and regret my 30s the way I regret my 20s, I have to fucking change things.   And it makes me angry at myself, which makes me sullen and withdrawn, which is no fun for poor millari.

Which is a pity, because living with her continues to be the one life choice with which I am satisfied on a daily basis.
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Millari read me a long article from the NY Times about ADD this evening. I find it quite depressing. The people and their stories were all familiar. The main difference between them and me is that I haven't had a ton of jobs, and I haven't ever been fired, but that's a reflection of my avoidance of employment as much as anything. I find it really hard to read about people trying to make something of their lives and stumbling over the same damn obstacles all the time, just as I do. It's stirred up my big fear of not doing anything worthwhile with my life. Millari has helped me to cheer up a bit, happily. I shall now go and shower and shave, so I am ready for work tomorrow--might as well do something right.

Anyway, it's a well-written article, if long, so if you are curious about adult ADD and have 10 minutes, read on.

Office Messes )
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I would just like to begin by observing that, had I been writing the first version of this post on my mac, I would never have lost it because of the computer randomly freezing as I tried to post.

Yesterday, I came to a realization: the rest of you don’t think the same way I do. I realize that that idea probably keeps some of you warm at night, and I have, for years, known that many people find me weird, but I haven’t really understood why. Yesterday, I think I have finally grasped what’s wrong with you all: you’re not literal minded enough.

When I was a child, I remember being taught about the Battles of Lexington and Concord, which began the Revolution. The first one, Lexington, started with the Shot Heard Around The World. As a child, I was fascinated by this event. How did they know that it was heard all over the world? Did they check? Did reports come in from China, or ambassadors asking ‘hey, what was that gun shot last week?’ What peculiar conditions allowed the sound of that one particular shot, as opposed to all the other shots before or since, to carry so far? Was it random, or was it somehow connected to the importance of the events that day? As a teenager, I one day realized that it was just a metaphor. I wondered why the grown ups hadn’t bothered to explain that.

This is how I think about everything I read, see, or hear. And, it’s not limited just to figures of speech. For instance, when I saw Underworld, it bothered me from the opening scene, because (apart from the cinematographer laying the mood on too thick), Kate Beckinsale drops from a church steeple over 100 to the pavement below. And no one notices. Moreover, OK, she’s undead, it doesn’t hurt her, fine, but unless she ways next to nothing, the force of her impact should have shattered the concrete slab upon which she lands. And could those cute boots of hers really stand up to that impact? I bet that didn’t bother most of you, but it drove me nuts.

I think that this mental quirk is connected to my ADD, which is, after all, just jargon for ‘my brain works abnormally.’

[Oh, and Syd, this is the heart of why I’m interested in the history and meanings of words: because quite often buried within them are literal meanings that interestingly contrast or even contradict their current usage. A fabulous example is ‘manufacture’ which literally means ‘to make by hand.’]
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since I last posted. There have some technical glitches, but mainly I haven't been able to muster the energy. I hate posting only trivia, so when I can't get myself to post about important things, eventually I dry up altogether. Right now, as probably everyone bothering to read this knows, I'm in Andover at my parents' house. Last Sunday night, Millari and I found out that her mother had suffered a heart attack, and from Monday morning onwards, we've been out here, hovering in hopes of being helpful, praying that this wouldn't turn into a death watch. Happily, I don't think it shall--AM has had a triple bypass, and is having another corrective procedure even as I type this, but I believe that she has weathered this crisis, and that the challenge ahead will be to manage her delicate health.

I have been very gratified at the way in which M's father, brother, aunt and uncle have all been very receptive to me. While M and I do plan to marry, we aren't formally engaged, so they could easily look askance at my inclusion in such a private family matter. Instead, they treat as one of their own, which greatly pleases me. My family has long since embraced M (in fact, Dad made it very clear that he views M as one of his own children this morning when he badgered her about various stuff in her life.:), so I'm very pleased to be well-received by hers, too.

While our life together is a work in progress, both of us are pleased with our relationship right now, and we're enjoying the process of working out the rest. It seems more of an adventure, and less of a chore. Which is good, because we ADD folks aren't so good at doing the chores....


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