The Whine of Pooh

Overthinking can hurt. Just look at Pooh bear. Its not always easy for him to think of anything remotely complicated because he’s so preoccupied. He’s rather like the absent minded professor without being a professor isn’t he?

I feel like I’ve been overthinking lately and it hurts. I can’t tell if I’m complicating things, or if I’m too simple to get some of this stuff.

Let’s take work, its easy, either I work where I do, or I quit. Not hard. But then I factor in other things like, I have a kid that gets sick a lot, I have a 2 mile commute, I’m challenged and busy most days, I like what I’m doing. I can take off anytime I need to, including the past two summers. I don’t NEED to work, I enjoy it. Only problem is my boss can be a huge dick and finding another job with this flexibility is RARE. Owwww, my head hurts!!

Let’s take my kids, they are kids, how hard could it be raising them? OH MY GOD, how I am not grey right now from the stress and worry is beyond me. I need to think ahead, plan ahead, stay one if not two steps ahead of them in technology, be understanding, reinforcing, playful, fair, kind, just, and loving.

Lets take politics, it’s all very easy, I tell myself. It’s a popularity contest. The American people are too stupid to look under the surface to figure out who the best candidate is; they just want to vote for the person who makes them feel good. Easy enough right? Wrong. No one will admit this. They huff and puff over the “issues” that most bother them while completely unaware of the soundbyte they are repeating. I get annoyed and start a cat and mouse game. Only I end up the mouse, or better described as Yosemite Sam. I get loud and stubborn; I over-talk, and then say blanket statements like: Most people are stupid. All while the people I’m directing the comment to nod their head in agreement. I am then truly baffled and have nothing left on the topic. More confused than ever, especially at why I even engaged in the conversation with them in the first place.

Lets take extended family, they are extended so there is no problem, ignore them. Right? Wrong. I start thinking about how my grandmother’s death left a rift between her three daughters. I think about how, my mom expects me to listen to her whine, my aunt who I’ve never really had much of a relationship with is calling and asking me to visit and chat with. I think to myself: I wonder I can avoid all of this. My grandfather who has never really had a relationship with anyone and has remained drunk for his 80 years is suddenly sober and chatty and wants me and my family to visit him. Let’s face it; I’m not driving 4 hours on any given day to visit with some grandpa I don’t know. So, I think to myself: well, maybe if I go to the local old folks home and visit with someone else’s grandpa who lives hours away, maybe that would make it all better. Maybe.

Let’s take marriage, its easy, you have someone to be with. This isn’t complicated stuff. It’s a partner. My husband is my partner. He’s my best friend, I love him. And yet, and yet… There are moments when I think I would prize living alone more than ever having sex again. Then I think about never having sex again. Then I think I will only have sex with my spouse; ever.

Let’s take food. God I love food. I love grease, chocolate, cookies and especially Peanut M&M’s. Oh boy do I love those M&M’s!!! It seems, I think, they don’t love me. If they did, my ass and thighs would not have cellulite in them, my belly would not roll upon itself and my arms would not have the ability to engulf whole children in a single hug. I am too young to physically look like Bubby. I then think how fruit and veggies taste just as good and try really really hard to stick with it. I know I’m lying to myself which causes me to lose a little self respect, so I think if only I could show myself how bad a cookie tastes in comparison. It doesn’t go well, in fact, it goes so bad that my kids start asking where all the cookies went upon coming home from school.

So, in honor of Pooh Bear I am going to not think because it hurts.

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