My motivational gland (located somewhere in the region of the hypothalamus) has been extremely under-active lately, and I find myself wishing that I could more accurately predict existential crises. It’s not very helpful, for instance, to know that the electric bill is due, you have no more clean underwear and you forgot to feed the dog, and yet be stuck thinking that you’d really rather be learning the ancient art of ninjitsu and meditating on your own nihilistic tendencies, all while searching for the Loch Ness Monster in your spare time.
I’d love to be able to schedule my “Did I shave my back for this?” moments in between hitting ‘refresh’ on my inbox and watching episodes of Mythbusters. It’s really hard to care that a group of shareholders will be very happy that my division is right on schedule and that all of the covers are on my TPS reports. It’s not enhancing my life any, and if anything is adding to the meltdown.
Current mood: wiggling fingers in ears, mumbling “dee dee dee da da da.”
July 23rd, 2007 at 5:44 pm
Sounds like a textbook case of mid-summer. By the way, if you do find Nessie, please let me know so I can call off my own search. No, on second thought, don’t: that’s still one of my better excuses.
July 23rd, 2007 at 6:32 pm
Your diagnosis may well be correct. As for looking for Nessie, have you ever checked out my other site - The Institute for the Investigation of the Unknown? It might be up your alley, particularly as far as more excuses go.
July 24th, 2007 at 4:23 am
Running out of clean underwear is an existential crisis? I’ll be back, I must have some serious meltdowning to take care of.
July 24th, 2007 at 10:38 am
It’s not the lack of underwear which leads to the crisis, it’s the fact that you’ll be stuck doing laundry instead of what you really want to do, which is looking for the Loch Ness Monster or studying for the GRE.
July 24th, 2007 at 2:20 pm
Whew!
July 27th, 2007 at 7:42 pm
Wow. The Loch Ness, underwear and ninjitsu — all in one post. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven…