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growler_southLast night was- interesting? Expensive?
I went and worked off some frustration on Paul's poor Escort. It loved it, of course. Not that I'm a hoon or anything, just sometimes. I think I owe Paul a new set of rear tyres though. D'oh!
Yeah I'm bad and self-destructive, I know.
The nice thing about driving is that you get time to process stuff in the background- 'Reverie' I think Nick called it. While you're concentrating on tricky physical stuff (going *round* the roundabout instead of *over* it, keeping the front of the car pointing forwards, that sort of thing) your subconscious is sorting out the emotional guff.
And heres what I came up with- its pretty simple actually. Up here in Auckland I get to hear whenever the boys have a disagreement. Oh Boy do I hear about it... anyway, I hardly ever hear when they make up. So my perception of what's happening is a little skewed. On weekends when Im there I get to see the whole dynamic, and I guess im having trouble comparing what I percieve during the week to what I see during the weekend. It's tripping my dishonest-o-meter on a subconscious level. That, combined with Mo's recent slightly zombied-out mood due to his doc changing his meds, has been concerning the hell out of me.
So. Now I understand whats going on in my head, why I've been feeling uneasy despite *knowing* that everything's ok.
Paul's just not going to understand.
I went and worked off some frustration on Paul's poor Escort. It loved it, of course. Not that I'm a hoon or anything, just sometimes. I think I owe Paul a new set of rear tyres though. D'oh!
Yeah I'm bad and self-destructive, I know.
The nice thing about driving is that you get time to process stuff in the background- 'Reverie' I think Nick called it. While you're concentrating on tricky physical stuff (going *round* the roundabout instead of *over* it, keeping the front of the car pointing forwards, that sort of thing) your subconscious is sorting out the emotional guff.
And heres what I came up with- its pretty simple actually. Up here in Auckland I get to hear whenever the boys have a disagreement. Oh Boy do I hear about it... anyway, I hardly ever hear when they make up. So my perception of what's happening is a little skewed. On weekends when Im there I get to see the whole dynamic, and I guess im having trouble comparing what I percieve during the week to what I see during the weekend. It's tripping my dishonest-o-meter on a subconscious level. That, combined with Mo's recent slightly zombied-out mood due to his doc changing his meds, has been concerning the hell out of me.
So. Now I understand whats going on in my head, why I've been feeling uneasy despite *knowing* that everything's ok.
Paul's just not going to understand.
