That is not posed. I actually fell asleep that way. I have been diagnosed with sleep apnea. It's a fun little condition where the stuff at the back of my throat cuts off the air flow. Basically I wake up about once a minute while I am sleeping. The cure, CPAP, or continuous positive air pressure. A little mask that I wear at night. Correction, I should wear at night. When I got this little machine and mask I was hoping for a Darth Vader variety. They didn't have one. It's really not bad to wear, just dries my nose out by morning. I don't wear it because it's awkward, and if I have to roll over for whatever reason, it is quite the ordeal to keep hoses in check. Where am I going with this?
I will have to make a sudden rail jump with my train of thought. I am 30 now. I have been alive in four (count em) decades. While I was alive in the disco era, I don't think they made bell bottom diapers. I have been thinking of high school a lot lately and what kind of person I was. I kind of like that person. I liked to have fun, and I was just a little odd. Ask my friends, they will testify. It seems somewhere between then and now I have lost a bit of that. I don't know how or where it happened. Could have been the streets of Quebec City, or maybe the calling floor of Convergys. Something snapped inside of me and I became serious--too serious. I did get married and that helped with my self esteem. But, I think that the stress of the last few years has caused a rift in the fabric of Mike. I think it was college that was part of this change. College by itself is stressful. I did that with a full-time job as well as a family. I'm not asking for any medals, just, I guess trying to get it all out. It's funny. People have said to me, you have changed. People who know me now, not then. You see, I have graduated from college (I guess it's university now) and I have one less stress in my life. The old Mike is starting to show through. I'm at this odd phase. People who know me now think I am becoming fun. People who knew me then will probably think I am too serious for Mike. It is something I am working on. Finding that perfect balance between silly and serious.
The first time my wife saw me it was "ward away evening" in our singles ward. I just bowled a strike and I ran up and down the lanes that our ward rented going "woo." My future wife's reaction? "What a dork." Every once in a while, I do something off the wall. She will give me that look, and I will say, "you knew going in how weird I am."
I'm balding now. I kept my hair long in high school, not mullet long, but the top was long and wavy. My hair rocked, but I was losing it back then. One day on my mission I noticed a mole on my forehead that I hadn't seen before. I was panicked. However it turned out to be one that has always been there, just covered up with hair. I threaten Aubrey that if I get an island of any kind it's all going off.
This whole post is starting to sound like a Virginia Woolf novel. That one usually kills with English teachers. We are a strange breed of nerd, English teachers. I'm proud to say that I have read the entire Harry Potter series in two months. What could be more nerdy? I know, showing off pictures of your kids.
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