Overkill
No, this post isn't about that 1983 Men At Work song, which by virtue of incessant airplay, lived up to its title in record time.
This is more about overextension of commitments. Biting off more than one can chew, if you will...
Have you ever hit an empty, hollow period in your life when you thought the remedy was to become involved in every activity your were solicited for until you worked yourself into an alcoholic, incoherent, chattering nervous breakdown?
No?
It must just be me, then. Hmmm...
Admittedly, I've tried to stay busy this year. The past year and a half has been shitty for me personally. SO much bad shit has happened that I sometimes feel like I'm stumbling through John Waters's Mortville, slipping on garbage and banana peels and trying to stay upright in a walking nightmare.
I've discovered, however, that working oneself ragged is not the answer, and will, in fact, only make things worse. (By the way, heavy drinking is not to be encouraged, either.) I got so worn out this year that I even took a long leave of absence from Chicago Gay Men's Chorus. This is the first holiday concert I will have missed since I joined in 1997. But I just couldn't do it this year. I'm pooped!
The trouble with volunteering once is that organizations then have you sniffed out much the way that sharks detect blood in the water. They then exercise their right to hound you and hound you until you wish you were dead. But I've found the key to happiness and peace of mind, and I'm going to share it with you now. Repeat after me:
"I'm so sorry, but I'm afraid you're going to have to just go finger yourself this year."
Ahhhh...that feels better now, doesn't it?
On an unrelated note, check out Hell In A Handbag Productions "Twilight Gallery," running through October 29 at the Theatre Building Chicago (1225 W. Belmont). Special "marathon" performance Halloween Night, Oct. 31, at 8:00 PM! Also, don't miss their fabulous benefit! October 25 beginning at 6:00 PM. Tickets $30 each, or two for $50. Food, booze, and David Cerda dressed as Joan Crawford. What more could you want? :-)
This is more about overextension of commitments. Biting off more than one can chew, if you will...
Have you ever hit an empty, hollow period in your life when you thought the remedy was to become involved in every activity your were solicited for until you worked yourself into an alcoholic, incoherent, chattering nervous breakdown?
No?
It must just be me, then. Hmmm...
Admittedly, I've tried to stay busy this year. The past year and a half has been shitty for me personally. SO much bad shit has happened that I sometimes feel like I'm stumbling through John Waters's Mortville, slipping on garbage and banana peels and trying to stay upright in a walking nightmare.
I've discovered, however, that working oneself ragged is not the answer, and will, in fact, only make things worse. (By the way, heavy drinking is not to be encouraged, either.) I got so worn out this year that I even took a long leave of absence from Chicago Gay Men's Chorus. This is the first holiday concert I will have missed since I joined in 1997. But I just couldn't do it this year. I'm pooped!
The trouble with volunteering once is that organizations then have you sniffed out much the way that sharks detect blood in the water. They then exercise their right to hound you and hound you until you wish you were dead. But I've found the key to happiness and peace of mind, and I'm going to share it with you now. Repeat after me:
"I'm so sorry, but I'm afraid you're going to have to just go finger yourself this year."
Ahhhh...that feels better now, doesn't it?
On an unrelated note, check out Hell In A Handbag Productions "Twilight Gallery," running through October 29 at the Theatre Building Chicago (1225 W. Belmont). Special "marathon" performance Halloween Night, Oct. 31, at 8:00 PM! Also, don't miss their fabulous benefit! October 25 beginning at 6:00 PM. Tickets $30 each, or two for $50. Food, booze, and David Cerda dressed as Joan Crawford. What more could you want? :-)