Sometimes the stupidest things set you off. Sometimes something is so trivial, so minor, so unimportant in the global context of hunger, war, poverty, suffering, and disease that you fasten on to it and just can’t seem to let go.
In my case, it is one, stupid, GD, beautiful, flannel sheet. It’s my sheet, I own it. I want it. But I can’t get to it because it lives in Seattle and I live in Atlanta.
Confused? Welcome to Divorce.
[At this point I will ask that the other member of my divorce please excuse himself from the thread. This is just about me, and how I feel about my sheet.]
I can’t have my sheet for complicated Divorce reasons. I moved to Atlanta thinking that it was a temporary move, so I left most of my stuff in the house in Seattle. Including, apparently, this sheet.
For reasons I do not understand, I think my ex wants me to have my lawyer write a letter to his lawyer asking for the sheet. [ul]
[li]Is this making me crazy? Yes!!![/li][li]Is it worth it for a single, beloved, purple sheet? No!!![/li][li]Am I going to do it ???[/li][/ul]
Poverty Hunger Disease War Suffering Death Squads Suicide Bombers Farmed Salmon Terrible Things
But I am obsessing over my sheet. I want my sheet. I can’t get another sheet like it because it is a special pattern that was made in Germany in the early 90s. It is so pathetic that I want my sheet more than I want to know who won the election. I want my sheet more than I want to understand the output of my model (And that’s major because I am a serious stats geek and I don’t get what is going on in my model. I should be working on it now). I want my sheet more than I want to find out how I can volunteer for the local Domestic Violence agency. I want …
I just WANT my sheet!! WAAA! WAAA! WAAA!
For everyone who put up with this major whiney rant, thank you very much. You may now return to the important things in the world. Sigh.