Well, I don’t know about you, but 2016 is off to a great start for me. I’m down almost five pounds since Christmas (amazing what you can accomplish when your knee allows you to exercise), my house is organized, my kids are doing great, Wes and I are clicking, life is good. Makes for boring blogging, though.
My only complaint, and really it’s a small one, is that the gym is SO overcrowded. I’m still seeing the regulars around, but now there are all these new people camping out on machines, taking up all the lockers, and taking up the stretching mat area so I have to take a mat over to the hard scratchy floor when I’m done with my workout. Boo.
While I’m tickled there are so many people trying to get healthier, I’m annoyed they’re doing it at my gym, all at the same time.
Truth be told, I’ve never understood the point of New Year resolutions. I’m assuming the people at the gym were flabby/untoned/overweight/etc. before the holidays, so why wait until January to do something about it?
Anyway, annoyances aside, life is good. Also, I’m reading a book right now that I’m obsessed with: The Bone Clocks by David Mitchell. I’ll never write that well. Ever. It’s both comforting and a little discouraging.
How’s your 2016 shaping up so far?
At the recommendation of a well-read friend, I’m reading “On Killing.” It’s an examination of the psychological cost of learning to kill on people and society, how it affects soldiers and laymen alike. Very interesting stuff. I’m hoping it’ll give me insight into what happens when someone has to go through with something like that. That could make for some compelling reading, methinks.
Anyway, I was reading through the book the other night when I came across this footnote. It turns the last sentence (“It is interesting to note that spending months of continuous exposure to the stresses of combat is a phenomenon found only on the battlefields of this century.”) into something that reads:
“It is interesting to note that spending months of continuous exposure to the stresses of combat is a phenomenon found only on the battlefields of this century and in families.”
Isn’t that just so very sad?!?! Who knows what kind of horrible familial landscape this guy (it looks like a guy’s handwriting) comes from that would make him feel like this applied to his life?
I always find it a little jarring to see someone else’s handwriting in a book I’ve checked out from the library. It feels a little like looking out the windows of your house and being surprised to see someone standing out there staring at you.
So now I feel bad for this person, this mysterious person with the stressful home life. I want to tell him that life does get better, that eventually you get to create your own family where you’re able to set the rules for what acceptable behavior looks like. Maybe he’ll end up a psychology major, given his interest in psychology (as evidenced by his checking out a psychology book from the library). There’s a joke among psychology majors that they enter that field of study in a bid to figure themselves out.
Whatever he does, I sure hope thing got better for him.