What do you do when you hear too much of an unpleasant rumor? I guess I've been going out of my way to not hear about this particular ugliness (which I am not going to describe). But I got bombarded with a bit more of it than I wanted this week, and now have had enough more to actually make me angry. I'm a bit annoyed by the person who gave me the latest load, but said person is a close friend, and we do talk about a lot of stuff. So mostly, I'm not blaming zir for telling me. I just really didn't want to know, and that's more my issue than zirs.
The rumor (or fact, or whatever) isn't any of my business (or anyone else's except the immediate parties concerned). Wouldn't it be nice if I could somehow avoid it wholesale? Wishful thinking. Why do people spread squicky garbage around, anyway?
And here I thought I was difficult to squick. Guess not.
I've tried distracting myself by wasting time online, which hasn't really worked. I took some eleuthro as a de-stressor, with perhaps minor results. I poured out my new bounty of yarns obtained at Webb's yesterday, and have thought about the various combinations that could become the next scarf. But knitting doesn't prevent one from thinking. I might read a book. I could work on the stack of Things I Should Have Done Yesterday, but again, that won't prevent me from thinking. Working in the yard might help - I'll still be able to mull over squickdom, but the grass and trees and weeds and chickens and ducks and things would eventually shift my brain to more universal, more important things.
What do the rest of you do to stop your brain from dwelling on useless unpleasantness?
The rumor (or fact, or whatever) isn't any of my business (or anyone else's except the immediate parties concerned). Wouldn't it be nice if I could somehow avoid it wholesale? Wishful thinking. Why do people spread squicky garbage around, anyway?
And here I thought I was difficult to squick. Guess not.
I've tried distracting myself by wasting time online, which hasn't really worked. I took some eleuthro as a de-stressor, with perhaps minor results. I poured out my new bounty of yarns obtained at Webb's yesterday, and have thought about the various combinations that could become the next scarf. But knitting doesn't prevent one from thinking. I might read a book. I could work on the stack of Things I Should Have Done Yesterday, but again, that won't prevent me from thinking. Working in the yard might help - I'll still be able to mull over squickdom, but the grass and trees and weeds and chickens and ducks and things would eventually shift my brain to more universal, more important things.
What do the rest of you do to stop your brain from dwelling on useless unpleasantness?
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