7 Small Headed Takes

Well, can you believe it, it’s Friday.
One

I am deeply regretful about my social media life this week. I was not able to keep up. I noticed that many interesting articles and pictures were filling all the spaces–blog posts, in fact, by people I know and like and wanted to read–but the moment I would go to touch the screen, Facebook would refresh itself and everything would disappear. Then I had to stop and consider, do I scroll and scroll and scroll looking for it? Or do I give up and walk away? Usually I ended up walking away. As a consolation to myself, whenever I did get on, I would ❤️ the first three items before the walking away. So, you know, it’s not that I don’t love you, it’s that Facebook is mean and bad.

Two
Overall, this was a week of me having a very tenuous grasp on reality. We did tons and tons of work, but I wandered around in a mental fog, just trying to cling on to the next thing, pretty sure everything was about to come crashing down. And by everything, I really do mean everything. Here is an illustration of what the whole week felt like. I didn’t commission this work, it just appeared on the fridge at the appropriate time.

Three
Also, the posture of this cat visually articulates how I got through each day, clinging on for dear life.

Four
I know I should photograph the children but I never remember to. They aren’t that cute any more, so it never occurs to me. It’s not that I love the dogs, cats, and flowers more than the children, but they, the children, aren’t as decorous. It’s a different kind of affection. A more photographicable kind. Here is the back of the cat, telling me how much she disapproves of her empty bowl.

Five
The other thing I’m super behind on is podcast listening. The trouble is I fly along thinking to myself, ‘I really want to go listen to that podcast,’ but then when I’m standing there, trying to figure out what to listen to, I can’t remember any of what I thought before, so then I just click on the first thing that pops up, and then two hours later I am irritated because I’ve wasted my life, absorbed by that was not on my list. Like, how to shrink heads. That was not something that I was really worried about, but I listened to the whole wretched thing. Not that it wasn’t interesting. I mean, it was. Very interesting, but, I mean, what can I say, it was not a pressing concern for me this week.

Six
Speaking of heads, I think this week I showed unusual intelligence by forgetting so many things. Forgetfulness is such an important gift. I’ve found that I only remember things in the middle of the night, suddenly snapping awake in a panicked alarm to remember something I was supposed to do, or something hideous I said, or some unsolvable problem. Unsolvable because of course, at 3am, you can’t reasonably get up and do anything about anything. That’s not the moment to begin bashing about trying to find the book you lost three days ago and you have to find because if you don’t you will fail at everything forever. I’m pretty sure it’s Satan who wakes me up. Then he dances a happy jig when I drag through the day, not remembering to find the book or what podcast I wanted to listen to. Satan is the primordial head shrinker.

Seven
And now, if you excuse me, I’m going to go wander in a circle. While I do that, you should read more Takes. Pip pip.