If you don't know what that is, you're weird. But I'll tell you.
It's an eskimo term. Apparently they use it to tell their kids to "calm down." In the movie "Anger Management," Adam Sandler's character (if I remember correctly, totally could be wrong) learns the term in an anger management class.
I'm learning to grasp this term and hold it dear. I tell myself to goosfraba all the time. In the Sandler way - not the eskimo way. I don't care (at all) if I'm overly energetic. I mean, I can keep calm when appropriate - like at a funeral or a wedding (ceremony) - so I don't care. But I get riled up in about two seconds flat if you've figured out my buttons or my stress level is ridiculously high.
Here are some fairly basic ways I get riled up:
1) Create a ton of stress through drama (including, but not limited to: talking crap about me or someone I care about, lying about me or someone I care about, lying TO me, creating childish drama based on grasping at straws, picking fights with me or someone I care about for no reason, etc). This by no means includes stressors such as my being there for you for something (you're in the hospital, your family member passed away, you lost your job, you're MY family member in the hospital or dead, you're going through a divorce, you got cheated on, etc.)
2) Purposefully piss me off. If you know me at all, you probably know how. Tease me about something you know I'll hit you for, tell one of the secrets I've told you, do anything in 1), etc.
3) In the workplace, it's easy to piss me off by just being flat out stupid. And there's a lot of those in my line of work (medical recruiting). People who just don't want to work, but expect half of a placement fee. Or people who just don't wanna pay, etc.
However, if ANY of this is happening (including valid "drama"), all the other buttons are easier to push. And I get stressed out easilyer. (I know it's not a word, but it should be... I've said it before, if Shakespeare was allowed to do it, so am I.)
Lately, I've had a LOT of crap happen. In 2011 alone, my life has been living evidence of Murphy's Law. It's only July and if ONE more thing goes wrong, I'm not sure what I'll do. And I have surgery coming next month... Some of it (a lot of it) has been family stuff, some money stuff, some drama.
I don't really wanna go into detail. Just know it's sucked... And the thing that's gotten me ANGRY.
However, sometimes going the goosfraba route gets me in trouble. Why? Because I'm so laid back (when I'm not stressed) and so insensitive as a person (in the sense that I don't take offense easily) that I'll often just be minding my own business all goosfraba status and then I'll POST SOMETHING. I'm a horrible person, you know. But I'll post something and someone'll end up saying, "Why would you post that?" Or, "You only posted that to be rude." Or, "I don't know why you think you can say something like that." I've even gotten the, "That was directed at me!" (even when it has someone else's NAME in it and was a completely joke. Please note, if you're reading this, it wasn't you. Almost guaranteed. Unless someone I ONLY knew in college is stalking me...).
I don't always post something on Facebook or tweet something thinking, "OK, so.... Who's gonna read this and what might they think?" I have a mouth, I'm prone to use it. (Sounded dirtier than anticipated.)
All this to say, goosfraba-ing is a good idea. Keeps ya calm, the blood pressure down. And I'm working on goosfraba-ing more... However, it's also gonna get me in some trouble. How exciting.
Lemme tell ya something. I've decided to be on "Blogger" because I hate the concept of blogging. Absolutely hate it. But I'm told that having a blog kinda makes you write.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Hobbies
So... If you know me even remotely well, you'll know I LOVE to watch TV. I'm a sitcom junkie. As soon as I get off work, I go home and turn on the TV.
A couple days ago, David told me that I needed a hobby to relieve stress. I stared at him like he had five or six heads and said, "Um... I have one. Watching TV." Then he proceeded to give me some nonsense about how watching TV is not a hobby. I said, "Yeah, and watching TV and playing video games is WAY different. YOU need a hobby." I more than likely stuck my tongue out at him. Somehow, however, he still thinks that his situation is more hobby-full.
So, here's my thing. What's not hobbytastic about TV watching? I enjoy doing it. Usually with a bott -- GLASS of wine. I get to some fictional people and I laugh most of the time. I get up long enough to make sure David still knows I love him - sometimes. I cook him dinner every night... I have WRITTEN about TV several times. Therefore, I say it's a hobby.
And you know what? I'm sure I've learned from it. As someone who has directed several plays, I'm sure I had to have inadvertently utilized my knowledge of sitcoms/TV shows to ensure that my people looked like ought to. Who knows how, I'm just sure of it.
OH! And David tried to get me to start playing the piano again, 'cause apparently that's a good hobby. I can't figure out why sitting alone in a room playing stupid songs to myself is any better than being not locked in a room laughing at stupid people on the idiot box....
That's my whole rant or whatever on hobbies.
A couple days ago, David told me that I needed a hobby to relieve stress. I stared at him like he had five or six heads and said, "Um... I have one. Watching TV." Then he proceeded to give me some nonsense about how watching TV is not a hobby. I said, "Yeah, and watching TV and playing video games is WAY different. YOU need a hobby." I more than likely stuck my tongue out at him. Somehow, however, he still thinks that his situation is more hobby-full.
So, here's my thing. What's not hobbytastic about TV watching? I enjoy doing it. Usually with a bott -- GLASS of wine. I get to some fictional people and I laugh most of the time. I get up long enough to make sure David still knows I love him - sometimes. I cook him dinner every night... I have WRITTEN about TV several times. Therefore, I say it's a hobby.
And you know what? I'm sure I've learned from it. As someone who has directed several plays, I'm sure I had to have inadvertently utilized my knowledge of sitcoms/TV shows to ensure that my people looked like ought to. Who knows how, I'm just sure of it.
OH! And David tried to get me to start playing the piano again, 'cause apparently that's a good hobby. I can't figure out why sitting alone in a room playing stupid songs to myself is any better than being not locked in a room laughing at stupid people on the idiot box....
That's my whole rant or whatever on hobbies.
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