Monday, June 16, 2008

I'm stupid

I started back on the Pill recently, after having been off of it for almost a year. Before, I was on Ortho Tricyclen, which I liked all right--except for the weight that I gained when I started it and lost when I stopped it. So this time, I decided to try Ortho Tricyclen Lo, hoping that maybe I wouldn't gain weight and that I'd have fewer side effects in general. Well, when I gained 6 pounds in the first week, I started to get a little nervous, and I've been feeling apprehensive about how this particular pill is going to work for me.

Then, last week, I missed a pill, and a few days later, I started my period, kinda (girls, you know what I mean). I was pissed--I kept thinking, I'm going to have this weird semi-period, then a few days off, then I'm going to be done with the pack and I'm going to start my for-real period. What a bunch of bullcrap. So I've been debating whether I should do that or whether I should just skip the sugar pills and go straight into the next pack, which never worked for me before but who knows, it's a new pill. I sat down to do a little online research about missing a pill, etc., when it suddenly hit me: I hadn't actually missed a pill. I had forgotten that, although I thought initially I had missed a pill, I discovered the next evening that I actually had taken it--I just, ahem, had had enough to drink that I didn't remember taking it. (But seriously, what a good girl, remembering to take my pill!)

Anyway, after a moment of self-congratulation, I started to freak out a little. If I hadn't missed a pill, then why was I having this weird semi-period? Is this going to happen every time? Because that is just not ok. I mean, this is more than just "breakthrough bleeding." I can't be having this and then having a for-real period, too. I started to examine my pill pack and count how many pills I had left, to try to decide whether or not to take the sugar pills...

Oh wait.

The sugar pills.

There are only 4 of them left.


P.S. Read yesterday's post. Then read this one. Yeah. This is one of those ridiculous things.

Holy hell, it's been a while!

Hey y'all! Didja miss me?

Hello? Hello?

[tap tap tap] Is this thing on?

Most of you reading this (all 0 of you) know that I managed to finally get a job, in the area of law that I wanted to practice in, with people I've discovered I really like, in a firm that so far has treated me well. I can't believe it, but it's true.

My personal life has been, well, typical. Usually ridiculous, always interesting; full of ups and downs, but always full.

I was reading through my old posts tonight (why? why? go to bed you big dum dum!) and laughed myself silly. Sometimes I am funny! Like, objectively funny! Can one be objective about one's own talents? Hmmm. A question for the ages.

Anyway, sometimes I forget that I'm funny--usually when my life gets a little static and I'm not meeting new people who praise me for being funny. Yeah, I'm a sucker for gratuitous affirmation. But how does one who is funny stop being funny? Is being amusing occasionally enough to have the self-identity of a funny person? And who decides that one is funny? I mean, am I only funny if someone else says that I am? If I'm the only one who thinks I'm funny, then am I really just deluded and annoying? (Well... yes.) So when I feel like I'm not funny anymore, like I haven't been amusing in a while, is that just my perception, or is it a perception that others share and that I have picked up on? And if it's my perception alone, then can it possibly be true? Or I am really just deluded and (maybe) annoying? (Oh like this self-indulgent post is not annoying, come on, self.)

My impression is that my particular funnyness comes from my willingness to exploit, for comedy's sake, the ridiculous things I do*. Because I really do do ridiculous things (hahaha I said doo doo). But, in making fun of these ridiculous things, and by extension, of myself, do I cement in everyone's mind that I am just a fool? Because I'm not. It's true, I do foolish things, I do silly things, I do ridiculous things. But I am not a fool. And sometimes I get the impression that my friends really do think I'm a fool. They are unsurprised when I do something foolish; they expect me to do something foolish. (Stop saying funny, ridiculous, and fool; jeebus.) They cease being amused by my antics and by my relation of my antics and instead are annoyed by them. They don't see me as a funny person anymore. Just a fool.

And that hurts my feelings. Do my friends even know me? Do they even want to know me, the real me? Do they notice when I do something unfoolish? Does it alter their perception of who I am? And, if they think I'm a fool, then what are they, to be friends with a fool? And what am I, for being friends with people who think I'm a fool? And why do other people from my past lives, with whom I did much more foolish shit, not consider me a fool, but instead see me as a complex, complicated, deeply funny person? And do they really think that, or do I just like to think that they do? And maybe, just maybe, should I just get over myself? I mean, really, do people think about me as much as I think they think about me? I'm guessing no.

What it all comes down to, I think, is this: am I anything if I'm not funny? And if I'm only funny because I make fun of my own ridiculous and foolish antics, am I anything if I'm not a ridiculous fool? So why should I be upset when my friends think I'm a fool? Shouldn't I feel affirmed? If I feel hurt that my friends think I'm a fool, then do I really believe that I'm funny? If I don't believe that I'm funny, then who am I? And am I not a little old to be having the "who am i?" internal debate? Aren't you supposed to have this shit figured out by the time you're 30?

Yes. These are the questions that keep me up at night.

*Like leave my ticket for the Jack Johnson concert on the kitchen table. And not realize it until I'm walking up to the venue. After sitting in traffic for an hour.