Evidence that I really need to increase my medication:
The Annual Baking Frenzy
As I've mentioned before, between Thanksgiving and New Year's I'm a baking dervish. This is fine, I enjoy it, but it may be a wee bit compulsive. Especially since I don't really cook or bake the rest of the year. Why cram it all into a month and a half? Why spend time pondering ever-more-complicated recipes that I only take out once a year? If I like it so much, why not do it all the time?
Shopping Bulimia
This is in no way to be flippant about actual bulimia, but that's the best way I have of describing what I've been doing lately -- mostly with Christmas stuff. I go into a store for one thing, get distracted by the cool stuff, buy shitloads, come home and realize that not only do I not need this stuff, I don't really want it and I can't really use it. So I purge the next day, returning a good portion of the booty to the store in question. Odd. At least it doesn't dissolve your teeth or burn a hole in your esophagus like actual vomitting. (Sorry, I have a sister who works in an eating disorder clinic.)
Excessive Sentimentality
Among the Christmas items I've been buying up and returning are CDs. Lots of them. I was listening to one of them while baking tonight, and there was a song by Meryn Cadell called The Cat Carol, about a cat left out in the snow on Christmas Eve. It finds a half-frozen little mouse,and because it's Christmas Eve it puts aside natural enimity and trys to keep the mouse warm so it doesn't die. And then Santa shows up and finds the cat, who froze to death but who managed to keep the mouse alive and warm. So Santa puts the cat up in the sky as stars to remind us of its love and sacrifice. And I'm listening to this, and I'm just weeping. The poor cat! Sniffle sniffle whimper wahhh!!! The cynical, rational, adult part of my brain is sitting there going I can't fucking believe this! It's practically a Hallmark commercial! But the rest of me is crying over that poor wee cat. Still. Even as I type. This is not normal.
So what have we learned today?
(a) Sarah needs to get out more
(b) Sarah has well and truly lost it
(c) Just about anything can seem pathological when you think about it too much
(d) All of the above.
The Annual Baking Frenzy
As I've mentioned before, between Thanksgiving and New Year's I'm a baking dervish. This is fine, I enjoy it, but it may be a wee bit compulsive. Especially since I don't really cook or bake the rest of the year. Why cram it all into a month and a half? Why spend time pondering ever-more-complicated recipes that I only take out once a year? If I like it so much, why not do it all the time?
Shopping Bulimia
This is in no way to be flippant about actual bulimia, but that's the best way I have of describing what I've been doing lately -- mostly with Christmas stuff. I go into a store for one thing, get distracted by the cool stuff, buy shitloads, come home and realize that not only do I not need this stuff, I don't really want it and I can't really use it. So I purge the next day, returning a good portion of the booty to the store in question. Odd. At least it doesn't dissolve your teeth or burn a hole in your esophagus like actual vomitting. (Sorry, I have a sister who works in an eating disorder clinic.)
Excessive Sentimentality
Among the Christmas items I've been buying up and returning are CDs. Lots of them. I was listening to one of them while baking tonight, and there was a song by Meryn Cadell called The Cat Carol, about a cat left out in the snow on Christmas Eve. It finds a half-frozen little mouse,and because it's Christmas Eve it puts aside natural enimity and trys to keep the mouse warm so it doesn't die. And then Santa shows up and finds the cat, who froze to death but who managed to keep the mouse alive and warm. So Santa puts the cat up in the sky as stars to remind us of its love and sacrifice. And I'm listening to this, and I'm just weeping. The poor cat! Sniffle sniffle whimper wahhh!!! The cynical, rational, adult part of my brain is sitting there going I can't fucking believe this! It's practically a Hallmark commercial! But the rest of me is crying over that poor wee cat. Still. Even as I type. This is not normal.
So what have we learned today?
(a) Sarah needs to get out more
(b) Sarah has well and truly lost it
(c) Just about anything can seem pathological when you think about it too much
(d) All of the above.
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