This tends to happen with me when I'm waiting for outcomes I can't control. In its own inadequate way, it might be an assertion of agency over a situation: I can't control the thing I'm waiting to unfold, but I can project all my frustration at this past event that time has rendered fairly benign. It's a sort of "safe" emotional flexing, I think.
There have been moments this week when my mind has jumped to some past injustice and I've felt myself starting to feel scrappy about it. But I've stopped myself because it's ultimately a pointless, running-amok kind of emotional energy. Instead, I downloaded Beat It and went for a run, which meant I ran 10k every day this week. And I feel okay about that.
Some links for your weekend, which I hope is a good 'un!
- "Brilliantly bad originality is better than competent mimicry" - my not-so-secret literary crush
- JP Donleavy has had the last laugh
- Have you read Pond yet? Do.
- Social networks can create the illusion that something is common when it is actually rare
- For secret admirers: The way to my heart
- Maeve and Eileen: Two forgotten Irish greats, finally getting their due. And Máire Mhac an tSaoi - just formidable (thanks Doireann!)