Stupidity Creates a Funk

I not only woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, but on the other side of the room. In fact, on the other side of the house, next to the side door where the spiders and sow bugs and beetles patiently wait to stampede outside, first thing in the morning.

I need eight hours of sleep at night like a tortoise needs its shell… or else, I spend most of the day doing a fine impersonation of a stuper (short again for an unpleasantly stupid person). Last night, I didn’t get my required amount.

This morning I yelled at my mother; I yelled at my husband who had the audacity to ask why I acted “low key,” (my apologies to both), but thankfully, I spared the children. A bowling ball had replaced my head, sitting wobbly and heavy between my shoulders. It didn’t help my cause when today’s temperature soared to an undignified 110 degrees.

I puttered around the house in a sort of brain fog. Oh, I know that’s now a recognized medical state (as stupidity will hopefully be one day) and describes a mind hindered by stress, anxiety or worry. Confusion or forgetfulness characterize brain fog. My state was different. It was more of a lightweight madness where tiny, virtually nonexistent obstacles seemed magnified. Mine was more like brain smog; useless, frustrated, blurry thoughts cluttered my mind, leaving no room for any light to seep in.

I was in a funk. The best cure for such a turbulent state or for depression, fear, stupidity or practically any unsteady frame of mind is to try doing something for someone else. Take the focus off yourself. Which is why I decided to go out among the public.

Since I am a sporadic library volunteer, this was the perfect opportunity to assist the denizens of almost all things literary and hopefully jump-start my mood into something better and more promising.

I went. I helped. I conquered. I stayed longer than usual and didn’t leave until I heard voices. The voices of an eight-year- old girl and her grandma.

Grandma asked me where books should be returned. I showed her. She dropped them in. Girl hollered that she needed the books, and Granny made a big mistake in returning them. At one end, Grandma kept telling me, “Don’t listen to her,” and at the other, the girl insisted that she needed to keep them a little longer for a book club report at the library. This went on for quite some time. Grandma and Girl might as well have been in two different buildings. No communication took place at all. Remember, this is a small library. Pleasantly plump people cannot squeeze past each other in the aisles.

The girl was right. She gave her report, the books were returned and peace was restored.

After they left, one of the librarians whispered to me, “Have you ever felt like grabbing a kid by her ear and pulling her outside?”

I realized then that the frustrated voices I heard merely echoed my own. “I think the little girl was feeling a little overwhelmed and underheard, that’s all. I’m sure this was not her usual behavior.”

One set of thoughts always drives the other out. Of course, stupers don’t harbor thoughts, but I know, my dear readers do. By changing direction and attempting to help others, anyone can, in effect, stamp out less desirable states of mind and, in my case, forget about sleep deprivation. Okay, so I wasn’t exactly the most proficient volunteer today. I didn’t always shelve the books in perfect alphabetical order, but I caught most of my mistakes and corrected them.

Don’t allow your mind to accommodate anything less than the best thoughts.


5 Responses to “Stupidity Creates a Funk”

  1. Sarah says:

    I am such a stuper when I don’t get enough sleep at night! It’s like my head suddenly empties and I stop functioning. Your idea of refocusing on some one else is a good one!

  2. Reilly says:

    This could explain why my mind is often in a muddle. I keep trying to keep two or more thoughts going at the same time! I do need to work harder at only allowing the best thoughts in. Sometimes easier said than done.

  3. dawn says:

    LOL @ “on the other side of the house, next to the side door where the spiders and sow bugs and beetles patiently wait to stampede outside”!
    I’ve woke up there a few times… only thing is, I tried to stay away from the public on those days. 😀
    As usual you give me food for thought…

  4. Jennifer says:

    I have had days like this. Yesterday I woke up with a blinding headache and it was best I did not interact with the human race until after I had ingested Advil and coffee. You did good, Keli.

    Stupidity is not a recognized medical state? Oh …

  5. Keli says:

    Thanks! I think it does help.
    It’s true that it’s often easier said than done, but what a big accomplishment when we actually make the effort and do get it done! It feels good!
    I think you’re wise in staying away from the public on those kinds of days. A day off can help.
    Very smart to minimize interaction with the human race, particularly when that race includes stupers!
    Someday stupidity will be recognized…and cured I hope!

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