T’s Law of Anticipated Events: The more you prepare for a certain situation, the less likely it is to occur.
The above is gleaned from my brother’s wisdom and DAMN if it doesn’t hold true. Case in point: neither woman involved in last week’s situation showed up for class. My make-up, my plans to take one of their seats; all for nothing. WONderful! My words drip sarcasm. Ye, Gods!
Not doing well with other people. Keep thinking of the old adage ‘I don’t suffer fools well’ – except I’ve translated it to Dutch. Don’t know if that’s an actual saying in Dutch. Not everything translates, that’s for sure. Watched a gnome film last night (my bro’s choice): Sherlock Gnome. Sherlock’s famous ‘Elementary, my dear Watson’ was translated to ‘That’s evident, Watson’. Not the same. Don’t even get started on ‘the game’s afoot’, a line I had to explain to my brother because he stubbornly refuses to understand the meaning of ‘afoot’. His autism bugs me; he wants/needs everything to be literal. He always heard it as ‘The game is a foot’ and he didn’t understand why a game was a foot and not a hand or a head. This is not the first time I’ve had this conversation with him. He has zero poetry in his soul. The moon orbits the Earth, that’s it, and that’s all you’d ever get from him. He’ll never say the moon sails across the sky, or that the moon and Earth are locked in a lover’s clasp and dance around the sun together for all time. Nope. And I have an abundance of this poetic feel, like he got none and I got both my portion AND his. I find it discouraging to have to explain stuff to him. Especially when it seems he can’t remember any of the next day.
Class was the reason I kept coming back to that saying. Good Goddess! Same shit, different digs. The poor pronunciation, the inability to remember any lesson from one week to the next, the total non-movement of the class as a whole has GOT to be as disheartening to my teachers as it is to me. Add into that the arrogance of these people! Oh, geez! There’s one who insists on ‘correcting’ other people’s pronunciation even tho she can’t read for shit. Others are so eager to prove that they know the answers that they shout things out loud out of turn. Sat down during the break at a table far away from everyone else and took out my book to read. Didn’t get far before I was joined by a new student. Ugh. I should know that by now: read in a public place and EVERYONE bugs you! If I’d just sat there staring into space I would have been left alone. I was in no mood for it. I put aside my book reluctantly and honestly, I guess I’d just had it at that point. The new student asked why I wasn’t sitting with everyone else and I just came out with it: they only talk about their husbands and their kids and I don’t have a husband or kids, so I have nothing to add to their conversation. I then received a long and tearful (yeah, a tear fell from her eye!) story in very bad Dutch about her life and how nothing was her choice. Now, don’t get me wrong. I have empathy for her and how she grew up. But I bridled at the ‘I didn’t have any choice’, which she kept repeating over and over to me. Said nothing, but there’s always a choice. Maybe not a nice one, maybe it’s one you’d never really consider, but don’t tell me there isn’t a choice! There ALWAYS is. Between her awful pronunciation, the ambient noise of the room and her mumbling, I didn’t get the specifics. Then again, I didn’t ask for the specifics. I straight up said ‘I’m a writer, I discuss things other than husbands and kids’, and she told me her life story. I didn’t ask to know her struggle over discovering she was pregnant with her third child. I didn’t want to know she only wanted two kids. I didn’t want to see her cry when she remembered how much she regretted being pregnant once again. Yes, the writer in my listened. But the me in me just sat there thinking ‘Wow. This is a lot of very personal info and I don’t even know your name.’ She monopolized the conversation the entire break.
And, dude -! Had to run into everyone who just got in my way. It happened so often yesterday that by evening time when I ran downstairs to buy more bottled water I just stopped dead in my tracks when I saw one coming my way. Make them make a decision and move first; if I try to anticipate them, they’ll mirror my movements and get in my way no matter what. One of those low level irritants that just sets me over the edge.
Fat food. Can’t leave without saying that yes, I bought fat food. I went shopping with the intention of buying fat food. I even put in on my list. I know it’s not good for me. I know it may even make my irritation with other people worse. I don’t care. According to current information the world as we know it is going to end in just over a decade, so who the fuck cares? Besides, my focus right now is on moving, not losing weight. That comes later. So if a special treat makes me feel better in the moment AND gives me an extra reason to walk, fine. I can accept that. As luck would have it, I bought something so good that it boggles the mind. I mean…if you’re gonna eat fat food, make it really good fat food. Not crap; why waste the cheat on cheap shit? Go for the gold.
Feel kinda empty. I actually think that’s okay. Empty means no anticipation. And no anticipation means all options are on the table. lol! If my brother’s statement holds true, the opposite must also hold true. No anticipation means anything can happen.
Anything.