Finally Friday

Friday is here. It's probably there too but that's neither here nor there. I'm checking in before my trip today. It's a driving trip to my motherland, and fatherland. My parents are still together so their lands are really just one in the same, or is it one and the same? Idioms? You can't live with them, you can't get blood from a stone, am I right? Anyways, enough shtick for now. I'm all packed up and ready to go, but I have that nagging feeling like there is something I'm leaving out. I do have several things to do before I fully depart today, like work for the morning and have my annual performance evaluation with my boss. That will likely be not fun. They never seem to be. I talk to other people and they say it was fine. It never seems to be fine for me. Maybe other people are just better at downplaying things. I take criticism to heart and work very hard on correcting things. Again, episode 24 of Conversations. Have you checked it out yet? Am I over-hyping it?

So here I am, teeth still mostly polished, hair cut down nice, toenails cut perfectly. And with no bleeding or aggressive cuts. Cutting my toenails is another personal grooming task that I will often leave for the last moment before it HAS to be done. I've cut my own leg open with my foot talons. It doesn't help that I'm told I have disgusting feet. Recently people have been encouraging me voraciously to get a pedicure but I feel like I wouldn't want to subject another human to the battlefield I carry with me below the ankles. It just seems so inhumane. Maybe someday I will be convinced, regardless, they can't do anything about my varying toe length. Oh you're getting curious, well don't let me catch you staring at my feet. So yes, I'm sitting here all ready to go but I can't help shake the feeling that I'm forgetting something. It happens most times I travel, I think it could be a form of anxiety that organized people feel. I've already gone through a checklist of everything I need for me, and I have everything I need to bring to other people, or actually return to other people. Then I start fabricating the what if scenarios, that's how I often end up bringing jeans somewhere in melting hot heat. What if you go somewhere and you need pants, what if the bugs are bad? These types of things always see my bag more full than is necessary. But alas, the feeling lingers, even after the checklists and the what ifs. Does anyone else get this feeling? I have developed a coping strategy over the years that is quite effective. Have money in the bank and then realize that if you forgot anything, you can easily replace most things in the Western world as long as you have money in your bank account and access to said moneys. It usually makes me feel better. Or just assume you're parents will bail you out. That is a much more reckless strategy that I don't subscribe to or endorse. Either way, I might not post again until next week so you're going to have to develop a coping strategy to deal with that on your own. Until then, that is the way I see it.