“Are you awake?”
“Uhhhhh”
“Get up! You have a lot to do! In every second you let slip by, you could be having an inspirational thought that could be developed into a breathtaking essay, or maybe even a novel!”
“I seriously doubt that.”
“Why are you so negative all the time? And why are you so tired?
“Those are two separate questions. And I haven’t even done my yoga or had my tart cherry juice and my tea yet.”
“So, what are you waiting for? Get up!”
“Shut up and leave me alone.”
“What’s the problem today?”
“I had those dreams again, about driving my car down a deserted highway and not knowing how to get home – hell, not even knowing where “home” was. And then that other one, about searching for something to eat, and everything is horrible fast food.”
“The last time, you were in a restaurant and everyone at your table got up and left you there eating.”
“That wasn’t a dream. That actually happened. I’m a slow eater. I always have dreams about being lost. Lately, I’ve also been dreaming about having some kind of procedure done on me. I have thoughts in my dreams that aren’t mine.”
“Maybe you’re being abducted by aliens. I still don’t understand why you’re so depressed and miserable. You have a lot to be thankful for.”
“Don’t you think I know that?? Thinking that makes me feel even worse!”
“You’re a pathetic basket case.”
“I know that also. But sometimes I don’t understand how so many people can go along and be so absorbed and perfectly content in their own lives, and not be disturbed by all the violence, pain, misery and suffering in this world. How do they do that?”
“You have to focus on the positives in life and on those people who are doing good deeds and helping others.”
“Well, that sounds marvelously New Agey. Hang on, let me grab my Tarot cards and my affirmations. Oh damn, I spilled water on them and they got wet.”
“You’re so cynical.”
“How can you not be? Nothing really changes. The rich get richer, the poor get poorer, mankind continues to shit on the planet that we depend on for our survival, corporation executives are greedy, politicians are self-serving and college students design artistic signs and protest. Nothing ever comes of it. Well, I suppose more people are protesting now.”
“A lot more people are protesting. People are slowly waking up.”
“Perhaps. I’m just so damned frustrated, and I feel like I’m doing nothing to contribute to anything that’s useful.”
“Well, you sure as hell aren’t by lying in bed and bickering with me.” Â
“Yeah, you’re right there.”
“So, tell me what’s really bothering you and let’s get this done and over with so you can seize the day. Or at least, get your butt out of bed.”
“Do you really want to know? Fine. Can I tell you my worries and anxieties without you turning all judgmental and self-righteous on me?”
“Yes. Go ahead.”
“I feel burdened with many things in my life – not progressing in my writing, not having the time to read and do my yoga and meditation as much as I should be, problems with finances despite working all the time, deeply rooted family issues, my own stupid stress-enhanced health problems, the need to be alone for what I want to accomplish and yet gnawing loneliness, always feeling anxious and on edge. Sometimes I feel as old as Methuselah, and as knowledgeable as a baby. And then I feel guilty for feeling bad, because I’m so incredibly fortunate, compared to many, many others. And this, of course, makes me feel worse.”
“Sounds like first-world problems.”
“There you go again, you snarky bitch.”
“Sorry. Those are real problems, to be sure, and all problems are relative, aren’t they? You do sound like you have a lot going on right now, and important things you want to be doing. Maybe you should focus your efforts on what’s most important to you, don’t get fixated on the financial problems, and see if you can come up with some creative ideas on how to make enough money to pay the bills while still having time to do what you want to be doing. Don’t take on other people’s problems (at least, not until you have to). Don’t compare yourself to other people and don’t worry about this vague notion of “being happy.” Choose to chase after your life’s purpose instead. Remember when you would always tell me that you felt more “yourself” when you were writing and you were going to make something happen? What happened to that?”
“I got old and tired.”
“Ha. But all these tedious product descriptions and nutty things you do now to earn a bit of money, that’s made you a better writer, hasn’t it?”
“Yes, I suppose it has.”
“So, it hasn’t been a waste of time.”
“No, I guess it hasn’t. You’re right.”
“And you have a pile of literary journals to read, and a few essays you can submit.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“You’ve been through some challenging times this year. You dealt with it and here you still are.”
“True dat.”
“You should give yourself more credit. You truly care about other people, which is why you’re deeply upset with all the killing, all the wars, all the innocent children caught up in adults’ stupid, dangerous games, all the inequality.”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe you should write more about that. Be angry. Be yourself. But don’t despair.”
“Yeah, you’re right. OK, I’m getting up now.”
“Good. Finally!”
“Ow, my neck hurts. As usual.”
“Go do some yoga. That usually helps, right?”
“Yeah, it does.”
“Oh, and happy birthday.”
“Heh. Thanks.”
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