As I was dealing with Ren in the Glen preparations/travel/event/etc. I didn’t keep up with various blogs beyond a precious few (no slight on the others, just some tend to need more active monitoring just to keep up) and so upon return I slowly started catching up. One was a generally very good post about taking control and resuming pre-scamdemic activities, even if only in small ways. Such as simply going for a walk or such. One almost throw-away example of taking control (though not directly about getting to pre-scamdemic normal), was to make one’s bed.
I don’t know why, really, but that set me off. Perhaps it was that a reason to not make it was considered an excuse. And perhaps that the poster mentioned UV which doesn’t apply (but evidently poster once had replies to that effect…). I did keep off the blog comments, going for a more ephemeral outlet and carefully did NOT name anyone. But the poster did appear and… there was a… rather spirited discussion, shall we say?
Now, the UV thing is nonsense and I don’t claim it. For one, unless outdoors in direct sunlight, it doesn’t really work – ordinary glass is a dandy blocker of UV (this is why UV telescopes use ‘crazy’ materials for lenses – like various salts, which have this problem of being readily dissolved by stuff as common as water). For another, even if did work, it wouldn’t work in my case. I work nights, so I sleep during the day, and to make that easier, the bedroom windows are blacked out. It’s not quite “London during the blitz” but UV leakage is about as minimal as it can get short of truly boarding or bricking up the windows. It’s not about UV, it’s about moisture.
And, sure, a tangled up bundle (what, are people running marathons in their sleep or something?) left to be won’t dry out. But a bit folded back and left to open air will dry nicely. But enough of that.
Why this tripped a fairly strong response, I am not sure myself. It was a sort of landmine I didn’t realize I had. As, really, in the Great Scheme of Things… it’s rather minor. If that one bit of “I did that much, at least” is holding one together, it doesn’t really hurt anything – or even if it does, it at least doesn’t hurt anyone else. And, really, harming another is the only True Sin (harming yourself is just stupid, but…) As the title indicates, maybe I just need to relax a bit. Of course, being told to relax is perhaps the most potent anti-relaxant of all – unless one is a willing hypnotic subject. Fortunately nobody attempted that.
And, no, I did not grow up in highly regimented environment – it was closer to what is now called ‘free range’. It’s wasn’t “Do whatever you want” but the limits were fairly broad. It’s not a case of rebelling (now if I get going about sports, well I have avoided writing about that lest the Navies of the world complain of cuss depletion. It’s a decided sore point I am very, very well aware of.). I could go on, but I doubt it would benefit anyone, myself included. But now I wonder, what other mines are lurking?