The Ex(cessive) Factor

Bitch-Fest 2011 continues. 😡 I guess I just don't know when to stop sometimes. In fact, I seem to do A LOT of things in excess at times; eat, drink, WORRY, love, hate, you-name-it. 😠 I don't know why it's so hard for me to practice a little restraint when I feel that unhealthy all or nothing attitude coming on. 😤 I can honestly state that being in-between houses, with no particular push to "hurry up and move" (we're keeping both properties in the family), I seem to have taken the doing nothing socially-enriching thing a bit too far too. 😵 In a way, I guess that's good. I'm home more now, doing more life-long, family-enriching things instead of worrying about only pleasing myself for the moment. 😶 Being someone that went out every single weekend for years, most times (at least) TWICE every single week, my weekly nightlife ritual has all but come to a screeching halt. ✋ I haven't gone out to a nightclub since New Years Eve🥳 and I have to admit, I don't miss it one single solitary bit. Not one itsy bitsy teeny weeny little bit. 🚫 Cold turkey🦃, no regrets. (Yes, I realize that was a chicken.) Well, I take half of that back because I really do miss some of my friends, just not the excessive nightclubbing part. Don't get me wrong, it was super duper fun then, now though, I want something fun and fruitful. 😃 Of course that Crazy Club Queen into Two Home-Having Homebody metamorphosis¹ is probably right on time because the money I used to spend going out, could probably pay for both mortgages with a little extra fun money left over. 🤑 Well okay, maybe just one mortgage and a little extra fun money left over. 💰After all, my last name isn't Trump°, Buffet°, Gates° or Diddy°. 💸 Really though, I think a good amount of social night time🎉, mixed with more family time❤, mixed with even more home time💓, would probably be the best balance for me...I just haven’t gotten the measurements quite right yet. 😳 While I work out the exact percentages, which will be challenging for me because I suck at math🎒, I'll continue to healthily work on myself from the inside out, which could probably never be done too excessively. 😭 Understand that I'm not taking this new stance lightly either, I'm just carefully weighing my options. 🙈🙉🙊 But if I don't get a handle on this self-imposed solitary confinement soon, I might turn into a boring, socially awkward agoraphobic² with bad teeth, too many cats and a strange body odor that can only be described as "unpleasantly unidentifiable".👾 And frankly, of that sad & stinky fate, my worst fear is the part about becoming boring. 😪 Even though I seem to poke fun at myself and joke around constantly, excessive overdoing really is a serious problem for me sometimes. I'm attempting to make light here because...well, that's what I do. 😄 My brand of "humor" 😂 (term used loosely here of course) keeps me in balance and helps me deal with the scarily serious parts of my nature, not to mention keeping me criminally nonviolent enough to walk freely among the general population. 😟 If you're not currently incarcerated, you should appreciate that last part. 😕 I act ignorant of the issues fueling my imbalance but I really do know what my real issues are. My "issues" are almost always the same things; I'm overwhelmed with all the things I HAVE to get done, I don't want to think about them, I want to do them even less but can't help OVERthinking and OVERdoing everything. 😫 Exhausting! 💤 Even relatively minor things, like changing out my toothbrush, seems as important as choosing a love interest♥ or even lacking the interest in choosing a love interest♥. I must confess, brushing my teeth is more fun than dealing with that draining love crap right now. 💔 I know, I know, once I get settled in and comfortable with a routine that doesn't make me a cat-collecting, stinky old shut-in or an uncomfortably-awkward, aging Crazy Club Queen, my groove will come back with an ease suggesting that it never even left, it was just temporarily hidden under the excessive worrying. 😧 I'll be lovable and able to freely love again soon too. 💞 You should know me well enough by now to know that. 😱 Deep down, I know everything will be fine, I just need to blog-away some overblown anxiety. 😬 So I guess this ends as it started, I seem to do A LOT of things in excess at times; eat, drink, WORRY, love, hate, you-name-it. 😣 The only thing I probably would never do in excess is exercise. I mean seriously, you have to draw the line somewhere. 𐩘 Who else is gonna single-handedly keep the elastic waistband garment industry in business if I don't? 😊 Unfortunately, I've got nothing to WORRY about there. Now, its time for a cookie and half of your sandwich. 🍪 🥪

　

¹ met.a.mor.pho.sis (noun): somebody or something that has gone through a complete or marked change. Someone or something transformed.

² ag.o.ra.pho.bic (noun) (adjective): <a person that suffers from> a condition characterized by an irrational fear of public or open places.

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°$ Trump (noun): <Donald> stinking rich American dude with a bunch of buildings and a really bad "hair don't". (more like "hair never".)

°$ Buf.fet (noun): <Warren> filthy rich American investor, industrialist and philanthropist. World's wealthiest person, 2008. Third wealthiest person, 2010. (oooo-weee, must be nice.)

 °$ Gates (noun): <Bill> insanely rich American business magnate, philanthropist, author and chairman of Microsoft. (I could learn to love a geek, hell, I AM a geek!)

°$ Did.dy (noun): <P> hella rich American, nonstop partying Hip Hop mogul... (c'mon y'all, do I really need to type out the rest of this?)

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