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Well, it's not like my emotions respond well to logic. But they seem to do pretty well responding to other emotions.
Like, I can feel scared, right? And I can tell myself, logically there is NOTHING to be scared of (in the particular thing that is scaring me; there's always something to be scared of, but I mean particularly. Like, say, the weird drain just made that funny burbling noise, right? And there's that mini local legend about it but the only remotely "scary" thing about it triggers if you toss gum down it and I don't even use gum, and besides it's not real to begin with, so logically there's NOTHING to be scared of).
But it doesn't help, I'm still scared, right?
Because (my) emotions don't respond well to logic.
But then I can go, okay, then, I'm going to trick myself, and I pull up that one memory of the picture of the neighbor who comes out and sings to the drain, and this guy is so cheerful about it but he is such a terrible singer, he has no sense of pitch or rhythm or any kind of key honestly, you can't usually tell what it is he's supposed to be singing anyway, and he was so cheerful and matter-of-fact about it anyhow, and he was doing it in his work suit but bedroom slippers and looked so silly that I start laughing.
See?
Now I'm pitting the emotion of humor against the fear, and it works.
So I don't see why we can't use the commiseration to oust our feelings of stupidity. :P
I'm feeling stupid for a couple of reasons, actually. One of which you know about, it was forgetting to send you pictures of Savta. Another was because I arranged for a garden swap and got some pretty iris starts and then I was really foolish about the timing of it and didn't leave room in my garden for them to go into, so I have to clear out a new spot for them, and I went out to do it without realizing it was my last coat and now I have to wear a coat covered with dirt because it takes a full day to wash a coat (I only have two, and that I have two at all instead of just one is already kind of a luxury), and the other is already being washed, and I have errands and it's too cold to do them without a coat, so I'm going to look like a completely dirty mess, and if I'd just had a little foresight, I could have either gardened in the dirty coat (it was ALREADY dirty) or waited a day, or arranged a different time to begin with, or thought ahead and left room so that it wouldn't require getting dirty to put them in, or any one of a number of common-sense things which I didn't do.
So I'm feeling stupid.
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