Tuesday, July 24, 2012

The Mean Reds

Sometime I forget how old I am, until I realize I have a little brother with a fu manchu to rival Hulk Hogan.

This weekend I got to hang out with my dear ol' Dad and the Jellyroll, aka Joel pictured above. That was so nice. Overall I had a great weekend.

However, when Sunday night rolled around, I got the weirdest feeling. I got a bad case of the mean reds. Do you remember that part in Breakfast at Tiffanys when she explains what they are?

Holly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?
Holly : No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
Paul : Sure.

Anyway, Sunday night the mean reds came to town. I never did get quite to the bottom of it. Something to do with being a grown-up and being a child all at the same time I guess. I think it's important to document those nasty little moments, just as well as the great ones. Everyone feels like a pile of crumbs sometime. What really counts is that by the morning I felt like I had conquered something and that I could move on. I think the real key is to just embrace them, realize you don't always have to have a reason to be scared out of your whits (sometimes lots and lots of good things that all add up can be overwhelming). Maybe babble to someone very close to you about it. It doesn't make you crazy.

 Do you ever get the mean reds? How do you feel better?

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