I'm an outlier as well. I always have to say, 'shut up, mcjudgeypants'. It takes me forever to drag my body with its aching, hollow feeling bones around the block. You, with your ability to run ten miles on one leg, are also an outlier, but I'm always being beaten with your example. I can always recite your accomplishments. You work 70 hours a week, and then come home to your perfectly organized house. It only took you an hour to organize it, and it takes you ten minutes a day to clean it. Every day you wake up at 5, run 10 miles, etc. I can't remember all of them, but I'm sure someone will fill me in on them whenever I discuss my real life.

I like to think that you're some sort of Mary Sue that people create for themselves. Your home might be organized, but it really took you twenty hours to get it that way. Maybe you do really run at 5 am, but only 2 miles. Of course, I sometimes see your actual embodiment, running faster than I can ever imagine. I'm in your wake, in your shadow. The words of my track coach from middle school come back to me 'she can't compete.'

Woah, even I'll work an 8 hour shift, dudes. Although, doing one standing up might be a problem for me, as standing makes my legs hurt. Although sitting makes my arms hurt. OK, everything makes my arms hurt. One day I'll write a nice long blog post complaining about my pain, and it'll hurt you.

Elle has useful things to say. But unfortunately, I'm going to go and say a bunch of unuseful things. I always feel that I am causing slack that needs to be taken up. I'm reminded of a manga, Tramps Like Us[Kimi wa Pet, but I call it by its US name]. The male main character is a male dancer who is too short to be a lead in a ballet. He says that the reason that he is so short is that he tried to jump so high. He noted that it was ironic, but didn't change who he was. The point of that story is that it is ironic that I am so ill because I worked so hard. My true self is irritable and is all like 'Heck, I could have partied instead of studied and had a few kids!'. My adult self says 'well, at least your life is much easier and more pleasant!' But sadly, I still feel resentful, despite the lack of rational need for that to be so.

I'm a sensitive soul. For example, when people ask me how many kids I have, I'm all that's a personal question! And I'd much rather be mistaken as a doctor[sorry about the white coat cosplay in the hospital back in college- we wore white coats over our street clothes to distinguish us from the patients at the mental hospital, and always ate at the children's hospital. Once my classmate's clothes got wet and she had to wear 'patient clothes'[the sort of outfit given to patients who for whatever reason don't have any or enough] and the whole staff gave her a wide breadth for the rest of the day] than a teenage mom[why small children will follow anyone even vaguely related to them around and ask them for candy is a mystery]. Well...progress, not perfection.

I was reading this and I feel bad already. I couldn't do 70 hours a week, even at the peak of my strength. At 25 in a week or so, I feel my strength waning. Even if I feel fine today, tomorrow I may be lamenting my fatigue and wondering why my whole body hurts.

For some reason, doing work just makes me more tired.

Womanistmusings is working hard for us. But instead of being thankful, I'm going to bitch about my own problems. Man, I'm not even chronically ill, and I spend all my time going to the doctor. Really, I do! I went to the Walgreens clinic thing[Real doctors! With medical equipment!] because I lost my voice, I have to go to the dentist every two weeks[but at least my headaches are better], I have to go to the gyno this week[and probably complain about my aching side]. Man, if I was really sick, I'd be pissed.

*sigh* shannon is so depressed that she hasn't checked her comic slurper in a week or two and had to resubscribe to all her comics. Also, she has no jewelry inspiration, it seems. I did make a new design, but then, I realized that my sterling silver clasps...well..I can't find any of them, therefore I can't exactly post it...