I’ve been thinking a lot about what I want to write about this week. I’ve been mulling over different topics in my head and in my daily journal. Things I’ve been feeling about the relationships that we choose to build around us, or maybe the fact that I’ve been struggling with insomnia for a while now and I just can’t seem to shake it. My insomnia comes and goes. I’ll be okay for like a year, and then all of a sudden I find myself hating life because I can’t fall asleep. But after thinking about it for a little while, I’ve decided to write about something that affects me deeply every day, mostly in the winter season. It’s something I’ve always both loathed and been afraid of. It’s not what you may think. It’s not the biting cold days when you feel like your toes are going to fall off, even in thick winter boots. It’s not the fact that you have to wear like four layers of clothing just to leave your apartment, and how going to the bathroom is made more time-consuming having to take off your thick-ass winter coat in a tiny stall just to pee. Nope…It’s static.
I hate it.
with every fiber of my being.
I’m not trying to be frivolous. I always have a few deep thoughts or questions about life and things that are ostensibly more important than getting electrically zapped in the winter, but honestly, at this moment, after getting zapped by my computer as I turned it on, it’s all I can think about.
And I feel like this happens to me more than most other people. I know it has something to do with electrons and dry air, but I feel like there’s something specifically about me that attracts this thing that I have such a strong aversion to. It puts me into instant fear-mode anytime I encounter something metallic that I know I have to touch. Sometimes I hit it with my hand first. Don’t ask me why. It’s completely irrational, but I’ve somehow come to believe that doing this will either neutralize it, or maybe I’d rather feel the sharp pain of slapping my hand against a metal thing than to have to endure the feeling of static shock - which is really stupid because most of the time I guess I’m subjecting myself to both.
I know that it doesn’t really bother some people. I think those people may be a little bit psycho. Or maybe I’m a little bit psycho. I’m probably giving this way too much thought.
Have a good weekend friends! Wishing you all a warm and static-free week.