Friday's Stream Of Consciousness

I think I need to move to California. I'm always cold and I just think I'd "fit in" better there. I'll leave it at that.

When people hear that I was a psychologist (in my former but not so distant life), they almost always ask if I am "psychoanalyzing them" to which I always laugh and say "Of course I'm not." But, I just suddenly realized today that I REALLY AM psychoanalyzing everyone! I mean, not intentionally of course, like sitting down and deliberately outlining their defense mechanisms and inner psychic conflicts. And not in a mean-spirited way... I'm not being critical or smug. It's just like... I can't turn it off. I wish I could. I just analyze every person, every situation, every non-verbal cue as if it were second nature. Part of my stride. The cadence of breath. It doesn't even bug me or take effort. It's just there... and I'm not even getting PAID. I either really need to go back to work or I really should get a hobby.

Okay, WHY is it snowing in Jersey on like the third day of Spring???? Well, not sure if it's really the third day, but the point is - it's officially Spring. Rita's Ice has opened. Snow flakes should not have the audacity to fall from the sky.

You can't think about what you're eating if you're eating bologna. And,why is it spelled b-o-l-o-g-n-a but pronounced bologneeeeee. It's like Colonel is pronounced Kernel. Someone really screwed up when they invented the English language.

Is it bad that I didn't give up anything for Lent? Yes? Okay, sorry. I give up changing diapers. Honey, it's all you. Anything for God.

Hmmm, is it bad that Rella is playing with a giant plastic bag right now? Yes? Hold on a sec....

Suffocation diverted.

Okay, now it's sunny and no trace of snow. This is some totally bipolar weather. Perhaps I should start psychoanalyzing the weather and its lack of commitment, Axis II tendencies, and transparent defense mechanisms.

Time for a Target Run. Nothing says "stop over analyzing everything" like a trip down the red and white aisles with three little ones.