Having a full blown technical understanding of the crazy inherent in a situation, i.e., this is normal in these...
Having a full blown technical understanding of the crazy inherent in a situation, i.e., this is normal in these circumstances, does not, in fact, help as much as you might like it to when you are in the middle of said circumstances.
The least offensive illustrative example I can think of with this is the Cookie Baking Conundrum, a subset of the Donna Reed Phenomenon. Iow, somehow, my mother's brain thinks if she can make some stab at turning some tiny part of anything into a 1950's perfect house beautiful tableau, it will make her feel better. Not that that's her conscious thought process.
Realities of the situation mean that there is stuff in a quasi-organized fashion all over the dining table and the kitchen counters. It just is, because. Maybe 2% of this is my contribution, because I needed to keep some separate information organized so I'd know what was what and where if I needed it when #helping. Of the other 98%, half is my mother's and half is my father's, although arguably 95% of the 98% is about/because of my father's situation. Then again, arguably at least 60% of the 98% is my mom's stuff. Whatever.
Mom went into a Donna Reed frenzy, again, and decided that it made no sense for my papers relating to helping with my dad's situation to be anywhere near the dining area, which is where we tried to concentrate all that stuff so it was at least in one place. Because, unlike my mom, I am leaving stuff everywhere and taking space up everywhere. -_-
This is where the cookies come in. I was taking up exactly 8 1/2 x 11 inches of surface space. 2 months ago (literally), my mom took stuff out to make cookies. Dry ingredients, pans, etc. It's all still there, full of potential cookie energy. It is storing up potential cookie energy. These will be the most awesomely kinetic cookies ever made, potentially. They are taking up about 2.5 to 3 square feet of space.
However, my little patch of stuff was completely ruining everything. So it's gone, now. I'm not sure where it needs to go so it doesn't get lost and is available in an emergency, but that's not important. I am quite certain, though, that I am not a person who could work well with a long term situation involving mental or emotional illness. Because even though I know this is circumstantial, and a response to terrible stress, it is really pissing me off.
Like, throwing all the cookie making stuff out would make me feel much better, right now. I would be realizing their potential with a whole different form of kinetic expression. And still be conserving energy.
Somehow, I don't think my mom would find any of that funny.
#funwithphysics #conservationofstressenergy
The least offensive illustrative example I can think of with this is the Cookie Baking Conundrum, a subset of the Donna Reed Phenomenon. Iow, somehow, my mother's brain thinks if she can make some stab at turning some tiny part of anything into a 1950's perfect house beautiful tableau, it will make her feel better. Not that that's her conscious thought process.
Realities of the situation mean that there is stuff in a quasi-organized fashion all over the dining table and the kitchen counters. It just is, because. Maybe 2% of this is my contribution, because I needed to keep some separate information organized so I'd know what was what and where if I needed it when #helping. Of the other 98%, half is my mother's and half is my father's, although arguably 95% of the 98% is about/because of my father's situation. Then again, arguably at least 60% of the 98% is my mom's stuff. Whatever.
Mom went into a Donna Reed frenzy, again, and decided that it made no sense for my papers relating to helping with my dad's situation to be anywhere near the dining area, which is where we tried to concentrate all that stuff so it was at least in one place. Because, unlike my mom, I am leaving stuff everywhere and taking space up everywhere. -_-
This is where the cookies come in. I was taking up exactly 8 1/2 x 11 inches of surface space. 2 months ago (literally), my mom took stuff out to make cookies. Dry ingredients, pans, etc. It's all still there, full of potential cookie energy. It is storing up potential cookie energy. These will be the most awesomely kinetic cookies ever made, potentially. They are taking up about 2.5 to 3 square feet of space.
However, my little patch of stuff was completely ruining everything. So it's gone, now. I'm not sure where it needs to go so it doesn't get lost and is available in an emergency, but that's not important. I am quite certain, though, that I am not a person who could work well with a long term situation involving mental or emotional illness. Because even though I know this is circumstantial, and a response to terrible stress, it is really pissing me off.
Like, throwing all the cookie making stuff out would make me feel much better, right now. I would be realizing their potential with a whole different form of kinetic expression. And still be conserving energy.
Somehow, I don't think my mom would find any of that funny.
#funwithphysics #conservationofstressenergy
Plussing for the concept of potential energy cookies, because I totally understand that. And also because it sounds quite similar to my husband's reaction every time my mom comes over and tries to help around the house.
ReplyDeleteYeah, it doesn't really help so much as it gives you something to recite to yourself when trying to keep your temper, rather than just counting to ten over and over.
ReplyDeleteIt's a giant steaming pile of crap of a situation, though.