I decided to write a poem in my physical journal today and realized that I haven’t written in it since April 2012.  While flipping through the pages, I found this interesting piece that I wrote back in October 2010.  It was written in a time when things were very stressful and hectic at work, when many people were asking for my assistance.  I have to say, sometimes I crack myself up.  I think Analogy #2 is my favorite one.

An analogy of my sanity, or lack thereof…

Analogy 1:

It’s like being able to see ghosts and other supernatural things, while other people can’t.  No one understands you and you’re the only one that can vanquish the evil.  While you’re at it, all these little ghosts cry to you “help me, help me, help me,” – one after another, day after day, night after night.  They haunt you in your dreams, until you scream in fright.  You cower in the corner and scream “STOP!” then whimper, “please, leave me alone.”

Analogy 2:

It’s like being a successful therapist, really.  Everybody comes to you with their problems. You solve their issues, tell them how to remedy the pain, tell them to wait a few days and it’ll be fixed.  Then you go back and follow up on all of them.  It’s OK at first, even satisfying to be able to help people, but then your patients multiply.  Before you know it, you have a colony of patients pounding at your door.  They’re pounding and pounding, “I have a problem, I have a problem…” they say.  Louder and louder, until your brain can’t take it and explodes into mush and you scream, “I have problems too!”  The therapist, obviously needs, a therapist.

Analogy 3:

Remember playing “Smack the Alligator” at Chuck E. Cheese’s or Dave & Buster’s?  Basically, there’s like 6 alligators that pop out of the hole, one after another, and you have to smack them with a hammer before they disappear.  The more of them you smack, the higher your score and the more tickets you get.  Well, it’s like that.  At first you’re doing really well, getting the mojo down, but then you notice more and more alligators pop up.  You frantically scramble to hit all of them, but then realize that the moment you hit one, two more appear, the moment you hit two, four more appear.  Your head is spinning.  You’re twirling around and getting completely dizzy.  The machine is burning up, about to explode, buzzing and buzzing, and time is running out.  Your score is in the negative, so finally you throw up your hammers and say “I give up.”

Funny that after 3 months of not writing, this is what I’m inspired to write about 🙂  I’m so glad that I’m taking vacation in two days, or I think I might have a mental breakdown, lol.