My Alter Id

If you've read this blog for a spell, you know that I have been locked in a farcical duel with Mutha Nature. We just don't see eye to hurricane eye...

And speaking of which, there's tropical storm Chris. Hey, I finally have my monikered comeuppance, right? I'll be almost famous, yeah? Well, notsomuch. I began to realize by the headlines that this was just another way that Mutha is thumbing her nose at me! I've deluded myself to believe she is mocking my life through this weathered phenomenon.

Chris is a mere tropical storm that showed potential to be a hurricane, but lacked the motivation and force to carry it through. Now Chris has sunk into a depression!

- "...Chris weakened into a depression on Friday morning..."

- "...[Chris may] strengthen again but wouldn't go much farther than that."

- "There were no reports of major damage elsewhere in the Caribbean from Chris..."

Okay, so the last one doesn't fit, but I'm sure I could tease out a metaphor if I had the motivation. Oh, that makes me depressed...

But seriously, I've concerned myself because I actually lost a pound. I know people fluctuate, but if you've seen me eat, you'd wonder how I even maintain my weight. Is it stress? Perhaps. I'm a worrywort by nature. And I do believe I've been sustained many years by the ebb and flow of energy that I like to think of as a healthy bipolar condition, a cyclothymia. Maybe this is my tropical depression season? Of course, it doesn't help that I'm taking offense to the climate, even in a joking way. Freud would have some things to say about that.

So maybe this story is a true metaphor I see in myself. It's time to remotivate myself, build up my energy, and cause some major hurricane-style damage... to an all-you-can-eat buffett!