a random morning

Despite emptying my plate of academic home fries, it has been reloaded this week with emotional mashed potatoes. So thanks for sticking around. And if you were waiting for an update, here it is.

With all the ups and downs I’ve been through this past week, it’s been hard to think of something fun or interesting to post about. It feels like these last few days have been a monochromatic blur, of wake up, do all my stuff I need to do, usually being late or just under the wire, grabbing coffee and food when I can, collapsing on the bed or couch, catching up with the parental units or any news from the day, attempting to do some reading or work before going back to sleep (usually too late) and do it all again the next day.

But this morning was a little different, mostly because I read random by debbie tucker green for British Drama class today. I’ll someday get around to doing a Flip the Script on it, but even though it was just 50 pages, it really profoundly affected me. At the beginning, I was annoyed with green, but by the end, I was having thoughts I didn’t think I’d have, and just felt…spent. Not in a bad way, just in a world-weary way, putting myself in the shoes of the characters. I mean, yes, my problems are not nearly as big as what happens in random, but to me, my issues are what I have to deal with each day, me, and only me; just because it’s not gun violence or knife attacks doesn’t mean the tough moments of my life are not real – even if they are more in line with the personal/emotional/mental than about physical safety.

After today’s discussion of random, we were assigned to pair up and tell each other about our mornings, from waking up until this point; while one person would tell the narrative, the other would write as quickly as they could, capturing the relevant moments to create the narrative, and then vice versa. Arielle and I were partners, and it proved to be a more telling exercise than I’d first thought it would be.

I will not be sharing Arielle’s morning here, and unfortunately, I did not ask Arielle to give me what she wrote about my morning, but it went a little something like…

“woke up at 4:15, went back to sleep, woke up again at 8, talked to parents on the phone, hung up, went back to sleep, woke up again at 9:00, contemplated not going to class today, do i really want to get out of bed, face the world of judgement, no one’s judging me here, but i should get up, i really don’t want to rush, want a healthy start to the day…but i guess that’s not happening. time to get up, face the elements, feet on the carpet, walk to the bathroom, turn on the shower, wait for the water to warm up, put in contacts, the blurry world becomes clear, get in the shower, wash my dirty self, prepare for class, go to class.”

And that was my morning, debbie tucker green style.

After hearing it read aloud to the whole class, I felt like I had just crossed a line, tipped my hand too much. I felt like I wanted to swallow myself, and in an unusual moment, I did something that I have never done before: stuck my right hand in my mouth and bit down gently on the four fingers I fit in there.

I left class feeling more down than before, and dreading the rest of the day, starting with the weekly TA meeting. I got to the meeting 10 minutes early, and was the first one there. Jo showed up about 5 minutes later, and as soon as she asked me what was the matter, the blubbery mess me bubbled to the surface. My head started to shake, and I could feel my tear ducts filling up. Just at the moment they were about to overflow the banks, everyone else came in. I don’t know how I did it – I didn’t even rub my eyes – I just blinked, and the tears receded from whence they came, and I wasn’t sad anymore.

Well, not on the verge of tears, but…my tears retreating into my face.

That’s something that’s never happened to be before.

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2 thoughts on “a random morning

  1. Remember, Jacob, she was writing out your morning…not you, nor me. No one else.

    Let me give you a little bit of history, maybe it can confirm what I think your subconscious already knows.

    Fifteen years ago, doing contract work for a major entity, my duty each Wednesday morning, was to type minutes from national sales meetings. At some points people were talking over other people. (My brain is being juggled right and left and I’m typing as quickly as I can and attempting to credit ideas to the proper individual.). After one call was over, another was on the schedule, and after that, yet another. The minutes were then edited and sent to the field so everyone had the notes to reference. Long story, short, I can’t tell you the number of times someone would ring me up and tell me to hit “only the high notes.” In other words, they didn’t want a play-by-play. And then there was the flip side….”Why have you abbreviated and taken liberty by editing the conversation?”

    Damn! I couldn’t win by their rules, because everyone had a different idea as to how I should be doing my job.

    I went back to speed-typing EVERY bit that I could capture. When confronted by a so-and-so, I would always direct them to the head sales person of their department.

    …and this is how I “earned my carpal tunnel.”! 😘

    You are tired, stressed, and being much too critical of yourself. Take a deep breath and express yourself, openly, as always, and when it comes out “polluted” remember that it is someone else regurgitating what they heard. And trust me, no human can read another’s mind.

    Thanksgiving break will be here soon. Keep telling yourself that.

    ❤️

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