“Hey up there, brain!” the body likes to say. “You fucking idiot. Check it out. Shit is happening all over this place. Wake up!”
Well played, body. Well played. Subtle as always.
What are major life stressors? I think they fall into two major categories.
- Things You Do Not Want
- Things You Asked For
I’m not sure which category is worse.
This week I changed jobs. (More details on that coming soon.) My wife has also put in her notice to resign her position. We’re moving out of our house of four years and leaving the small town for the big city. As of Sunday I got rid of my car. Christmas exists.
These are all stressors. I know because I looked them up.
I found a website that scores these factors and more. Using their handy chart I learned that I’m subdural hematoma on the stress scale. I don’t know what that means but it sure sounds good. Woot!
Another potential source of stress is getting out, doing things, and meeting new and interesting people. Yikes! I think I just subduraled a bit.
Normally you’d meet new people at work and church, and through normal powers of osmosis, suddenly one or two of them would be your “friends.”
Well, I’m going to be working at home and I don’t have a church. (I’ll check for Flying Spaghetti Monster enclaves, though, just in case.)
That’s where you come in. I need you to tell me where to go! And, just to increase the difficulty, I’m going to pull the two most obvious choices off the table before we begin.
- Gay bathhouses
That’s it. I had to ramp up the difficulty somehow. Anything else goes. Where are you going to send me to meet people and make friends?
I’ll be ignoring the best suggestions you can come up with, so be creative. This is your big chance.