Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Oh, come on!

When I was a kid, I was severely accident-prone. And I don't use the word "severely" lightly. Somehow I managed to never break any bones, but I sprained pretty much every part of my body. More than once.

When I got to my 30s, I started not REliving, but truly *living* the childhood I never really had. Even though there were a lot of ups and downs, I was finally doing things that I loved just for me and had a blast while I was doing so.

Never in my wildest dreams did I expect my accident-proneness to come back, but come back it did. With a vengeance.

Since the start of this year, I've had my left ankle and my right wrist in tensor bandages, bashed my head numerous times, hit my funny bone far too many (and UNfunny) times. And last night, I did yet another tumble down the last steps of a set of stairs and sprained not my usual (bad) left ankle, but my right one.

I wonder if I'll grow out of this second childhood and stop getting hurt, but would that mean I'd stop having as much fun? Is it worth the risk?

Which would you choose? Being horribly accident-prone but having fun, or being more safe and not having as good of a time as you could have?

Thursday, June 6, 2013

This means war.

Every time I go to the subway, I grab a copy of the Metro so that I can relax for at least half of my ride by doing the Sudoku. When I get on the car, I flip it open to the back, fold the paper in half, and start the puzzle. It usually takes me about 6 stops to finish it.

This past Wednesday, I was into my usual routine, when I noticed that a man directly across from me had the exact same ritual. We ended up starting the puzzle right away together. I do these puzzles at a reasonable pace, and relish the calm that washes over me as I solve it ... just like the feeling I get when I do my crosswords. It's a very Zen thing I have going on with these little boxes.

Today was different, though. I don't really know why it happened, but I pushed myself to solve it quicker than I normally do, and not because I wanted to better my time, but to beat the man across from me. I've never acted like this before, but instead of a calming wave, a feeling of destructive power surged through me.

I *had* to beat him. I *had* to finish my puzzle first. And I had to do so in a spectacular fashion by demolishing my competition and leaving him to Eat. My. Dust.
I don't even get this way when I compete at the ACPT every year!
You can imagine the surprise I felt as this was taking place.

I made a stupid mistake about a minute in, but caught it right away and changed the number. That wouldn't have happened if I had taken my time like I do every other day. I kept peeking over at him and saw that his pen wasn't making as much contact with the paper as mine. Fabulous!
But wait, was I looking up at the wrong times? Was he possibly even filling in the grid even faster than me? I pushed the thought out of my mind and trudged on.
About 4 stops later, I saw him fold the paper the opposite way and put it down on the seat next to him.
There was no way he could have finished.
I only had 4 more boxes to fill in, so I was done within a minute.
That was one minute after he put his paper down.

I get the feeling that he gave up. Judging by what I was seeing, he wasn't filling in the grid like I was, so there's a huge chance he just decided to stop. Or maybe he was superduper fast and did it in a matter of minutes. One minute faster than me.

The paper sat beside him lifeless. Not even so much of a hint of a suggestion thrown my way.

He got off the train at Yonge/Bloor. I had 4 more stops to go til we reached Bathurst.
The paper remained on the seat and stayed in that exact spot for the duration of my train ride.

For 4 stops, I stared at that paper. Sitting there. Taunting me.
What the hell, Polly?
I knew I was going batty because I honestly had one of those angel-and-devil-on-the-shoulder moments.
Half of me knew I was being ridiculous and felt I should laugh it off and let it all go, while the other half wanted to run over and check the puzzle.
It was the weirdest sensation I've had in I don't know how long.

I'm very happy to say that the train pulled into Bathurst, I got up from my seat, and walked directly off the car, without touching the paper. And not only did I not pick the paper up, but I actually laughed my ass off as I stepped onto the platform.

Did I somehow step onto some weird mind-altering traincar?
Did the train zoom through an evil wormhole and suck me into it as well?
Was I part of a Doctor Who episode without realizing it for 13 subway stops?

I have no idea what the real answer is, but I'd better start packing my cape in my bag from now on, just in case I need to fight off invisible evil-doers the next time. Or next time *travel*.
You never know.

Bubbling Over.

I think that this week is marking a turning point. I feel a lot of blog posts jumping around inside of me, so I'm going to try to be persistent and get one out each week. Not putting too much pressure to churn a lot out cuz then I crack and don't write anything for long stretches of time. I checked my blog today and giggled cuz I have 119 "likes" on FB but I actually have 3 people who have signed up as followers, and my blog is up to 2579 hits! That makes me feel good and makes me want to put out stuff for y'all to read.

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