There has been a LOT going on in my head lately. Stressful stuff and it’s kind of exhausting to think about. So in any given free moment, my focus has been to do everything in my power to prevent myself from thinking and just give it all a rest. Which is why I haven’t written on here in an eon. Writing on here involves thinking. I’ve not been up for it.
Instead I’ve been watching movies. They get me out of my head for a while.
- Movie 1 – The Woman in Black – I got scared and made my husband leave with me about half way through. I am equally embarrassed and amused that that actually happened. Not sure why I thought seeing a scary movie would be a good idea. Not one thing in the history of my life would indicate that it would be. On the upside, the theatre gave us coupons to see something else another time, which was nice of them.
- Movie 2 – The Vow – Exactly what you would expect if you’ve seen the trailer. I recommend going to see it in the theatre if you are going to see it though. Because then you get the experience of having a roomful of teenage girls squealing “Awwww!” every time Channing Tatum picks up his cat. And that is an experience that I don’t think anyone wants to miss.
- Movie 3 – Safe House – This was a decent action movie. I was surprised by how violent and bloody it was though, because it was only rated PG-13. I don’t watch R-rated movies if they are R-rated for violence. I was lulled into a false sense of security by the PG-13 rating. I think this rating means something different than it did when I was a kid. I think it used to mean there was a) swearing, b) some non-bloody violence, or c) implied sex with no actual nudity except possibly a quick shot of bum. Apparently now it includes extremely bloody and disturbing violence involving guns, knives, and chunks of broken glass. I am disturbed that this movie is considered more appropriate for 13 year-olds than Wedding Crashers.
Whatever.
Today I woke up kind of late and a bit grumpy. I haven’t watched any movies so far. I did a lot of laundry and worked on my latest silver project and wrecked some other jewelry projects I was working on, which was very annoying. It was not a productive day, and while it wasn’t bad, it wasn’t good either. But I suppose they can’t all be gems, and one should be grateful for a mildly irritating Sunday because it could always be so much worse.
So. Today I did not get hit with flying shrapnel. I also did not need an emergency tracheotomy. These are two things that I fear with a kind of blind panic whenever I think about them, despite the fact that my lifestyle choices make them rather unlikely. And once again, I have successfully dodged both bullets. (On a side note, I once asked my husband to promise that should the situation ever arise where I needed an emergency tracheotomy, he would just let me die instead. He refused. We are working on this issue.)
No shrapnel, no tracheotomy: today = a wonderful and successful day.
My One Precious Life 
I want to see The Vow, like a good cheesy love story!
You should, then. It wasn’t bad at all if you like a little sap. The main guy is a bit wooden as an actor, but he gets through it. I enjoyed myself watching it.
I’m so glad you wrote about this even though you haven’t fel like it lately. I know what you mean about over-thinking things. You are looking at Ruminator Numero Uno here. Anyway, I’m glad you shared your feelings because I don’t think people do it often enough. You know, admit when they don’t feel all roses and lollipops and such. Funny stuff about the tracheotomy. I think should the time ever arise (God forbid) that you will be out of it and not aware that you are being given an emergency tracheotomy. So, no worries. Like you said… your life choices have pretty much made this a VERY unlikely event 😉
No, that’s the thing with an emergency tracheotomy – it’s an emergency. There’s no time for anesthetic. You know what’s going on. The idea is terrifying, I tell you.
I think that’s interesting that you think people don’t share their gloom enough. I often feel the opposite: that it seems like everyone is whining all the time when there are people out there with *real* problems, that when I do it, it’s self-indulgent, self-pitying, and kind of pathetic. I tend not to have a lot of patience with myself when I get in these moods.
Which is why I occasionally need to give myself a mental slap across the face to remember that really it’ll all be fine — in fact, it *is* all fine — and I need to get over myself. Again, no shrapnel, no tracheotomy – success.