I remember a few years ago I was reading Lewis Carrol's Alice in Wonderland and found it funny how Alice would wake up every morning by trying to think of five or so nonsensical things. Being that I've been feeling demotivated lately, I decided I should try to do the same thing—and oh boy are the results mixed.
Yes, thinking of nonsensical things helped to "wake up the brain cells," as Dr. Seuss put it, but it also put me at a disadvantage when it came time to come back to the real world. After thinking about so many out-there ideas it took me quite a while for me to come back to the real world in my real job where I am a computer technician for my school.
Not helping matters was the fact that yesterday I found a pretty annoyed customer in our office space—who had come to us because of a royal screw-up on my part. She wanted her data backed up; I thought I had backed it up, but it turned out I backed it up wrong. So now we just have a sliver of chance of getting her data back—otherwise she'll just have to use her laptop like a normal person would any other new machine. That really sucks and it kind of makes me feel like I should be fired, but thankfully my bosses are understanding enough to know it was an accident.
But back to the nonsense-generation: this morning I tried doing the same thing, and wound up with a few results. That was until thoughts of my past and my previous DeviantArt account started slipping in, requiring me to think of a gun that rips out people's tongues and shoots an airway through their head to get the hate out of their minds. Yeah, it's that kind of stuff that I'm talking about when I mention that I like to think of ridiculous things.
Perhaps I shouldn't have talked to my grandparents yesterday—because in my call with them, I mentioned that my blood sugar had spiked up to 500 mg/dL this Tuesday, putting me into a panic that only a call to the doctor could solve. Yeah, as a diabetic, 500 mg is not a good level at all; that's what we call hyperglycemia.
When I told my grandparents of this offputting number, I also (for some reason) thought it was necessary to mention that there are a bunch of people in my hometown who have been saying outright that I deserve to be type-1 diabetic and to have my pancreas fail the way it is now. They say it's the result of "karma," even though I personally don't believe in karma or any sort of thing that determines one's fate.
I'm probably beating a dead horse at this point by talking about how much I despise people from my hometown, but oh boy do I hate people from my hometown. I used to tell myself that hatred will only ruin someone's spirit if it builds up—but I've had enough. There's only so much I can take before I just have to tell someone "I hate you" upfront—and if I ever see these people again, that's exactly what I'm going to say to them.
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