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Sometimes when something does not make sense, I ponder it for a while, and then, not coming to a solution, I stop thinking about it and eventually forget about it. I wonder how often this happens.
Yesterday Q forwarded me an email, actually a joke written as if it were a real story, about an atheist. It was not a funny joke, and was basically implying that atheists are fools. I pondered for a while, as to why he would send me that email. He knows I am agnostic. Or at least, I was pretty sure he did... doesn't he know that agnostics aren't that different from atheists? Or did it really not occur to him that the email could seem offensive to a non-Christian? Anyway, after thinking about it for a few moments, I closed the email and, not having come to an explanation, stopped thinking about it.
Today though, after seeing it still in my inbox, I decided to reply to it, and so I did. I guess part of it, is that today I have time to do so, and yesterday, I did not. But it might also be related to hormones making me feel more argumentative, as it is pre-blood week.
Yesterday and today, I've also noticed myself being annoyingly indecisive. This seems related to hormones too. I can't say how long I spent in the pharmacy store yesterday, first browsing for an acceptable pseudo-ephedrine-containing decongestant, then browsing the cards, and then trying to decide which 2-for-$10 sweat-shirts I wanted to get for myself (which colors, which size, which style). I felt embarrassed at the thought of anyone watching me take so long to decide which things to get.
Today, it took me a long time to decide whether or not to wash the bed-sheets.
It seems odd how hormones could make me indecisive.... or is it not the indecision which is unusual, but my annoyance at the indecision? Perhaps I am always this slow, but it does not normally bother me?
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While I had that cold, I determined that phenylephrine did not seem to clear up my congestion at all. That's why I was shopping for pseudo-ephedrine, so that I'll have it on hand next time. They no longer have the pseudo-ephedrine products out on the regular shelves, so I was browsing the little cards they have on the shelves instead. The cards show the same info as the actual product labels.
When I got to the check-out, I handed the cashier the 2 cards I had selected. It turns out one of them was out of stock. The other one, a children's cold syrup (I prefer sugar syrups to the artificial sweeteners which are in the adult syrups), was available, and the cashier held the bottle in his hands for several moments, turning it and seeming to study the label. That struck me as odd. I was embarrassed at how long it took me to choose my items, and then I felt uncomfortable too at the checkout, wondering if the cashier suspected me of buying the pseudo-ephedrine in order to make illegal drugs.
Yesterday Q forwarded me an email, actually a joke written as if it were a real story, about an atheist. It was not a funny joke, and was basically implying that atheists are fools. I pondered for a while, as to why he would send me that email. He knows I am agnostic. Or at least, I was pretty sure he did... doesn't he know that agnostics aren't that different from atheists? Or did it really not occur to him that the email could seem offensive to a non-Christian? Anyway, after thinking about it for a few moments, I closed the email and, not having come to an explanation, stopped thinking about it.
Today though, after seeing it still in my inbox, I decided to reply to it, and so I did. I guess part of it, is that today I have time to do so, and yesterday, I did not. But it might also be related to hormones making me feel more argumentative, as it is pre-blood week.
Yesterday and today, I've also noticed myself being annoyingly indecisive. This seems related to hormones too. I can't say how long I spent in the pharmacy store yesterday, first browsing for an acceptable pseudo-ephedrine-containing decongestant, then browsing the cards, and then trying to decide which 2-for-$10 sweat-shirts I wanted to get for myself (which colors, which size, which style). I felt embarrassed at the thought of anyone watching me take so long to decide which things to get.
Today, it took me a long time to decide whether or not to wash the bed-sheets.
It seems odd how hormones could make me indecisive.... or is it not the indecision which is unusual, but my annoyance at the indecision? Perhaps I am always this slow, but it does not normally bother me?
.
While I had that cold, I determined that phenylephrine did not seem to clear up my congestion at all. That's why I was shopping for pseudo-ephedrine, so that I'll have it on hand next time. They no longer have the pseudo-ephedrine products out on the regular shelves, so I was browsing the little cards they have on the shelves instead. The cards show the same info as the actual product labels.
When I got to the check-out, I handed the cashier the 2 cards I had selected. It turns out one of them was out of stock. The other one, a children's cold syrup (I prefer sugar syrups to the artificial sweeteners which are in the adult syrups), was available, and the cashier held the bottle in his hands for several moments, turning it and seeming to study the label. That struck me as odd. I was embarrassed at how long it took me to choose my items, and then I felt uncomfortable too at the checkout, wondering if the cashier suspected me of buying the pseudo-ephedrine in order to make illegal drugs.