First-World Platypus: Wah

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An electrical-platypus in the central heating system has led to my wandering the house in several layers of clothes, a hat, gloves and scarf.  Massive socks add the final touches to the look (should you wish to emulate The Platpus’s AW13 style, enure that your over-sized socks are odd and that you have a scorch mark on the thumb of one of your gloves from lighter-related mishaps).  Man, it’s cold.

Were I to live in a crumbling ancestral pile nobody would be surprised to find me thus attired- a constant battle against wintersome chills is the price of such an inheritance is it not.  Unfortunately, the two-up-two-down-ness of my abode means that I have surprised a number of callers with my eccentric appearence.   However, once over the threshold it is clear they are jealous of my hat and keen to return to the comparative warmth outdoors.  Heheh.

Luckily I don’t work from home everyday (otherwise I might have to invest in a balaclava) and the heating should be fixed before the weekend is out.   It will be nice to be able to feel the end of my nose again.   I simply cannot bear being cold.

Anyway, this glitch is a good example of The Platpus encountering a platypus (see The Platypus Explained for complete understanding of this theory) which leads me on to the fact that The Platypus itself is also being rather glitch-y of late.   It objects strongly to cold, dark mornings and evenings and dislikes the sense of ‘shutting-down’ that autumn brings.

It sems there is a distinct seasonal pattern to my moods (although the black dog can bite at any time). Spring generally carries a strong danger of hypomania and Summer usually involves lengthy periods without sleep and some frenetic activity around a project which will be abandoned in the first week of September.   From September on the trajectory is downhill through the autumn and winter.  Despite knowing this, I still find myself surprised every year by the fact that I am repeating what has gone before.

So far into the autumn I have kept The Platypus under control, but it’s hard work keeping the cofusion in your head and remembering that your perspective on things is unavoidably coloured by it.  What is easy is a)  resenting everybody for not having extra-sensory perception b) crying because you can’t open the coffee jar (oh and because isn’t the whole damn universe just so unjust and cruel).  then feeling stupid when the lid finally pops off and you spray coffee everywhere.  Dustpan.  Brush.  Sigh.

Crying over sticky coffee-jar lids is embarrassing.  A first-world platypus indeed.  Although it’s not really about the coffee.  Crying over coffee is just safer than crying about things-worth-crying-about.  Where would you stop?

I wrote about going easy on myself not long back.  I’m still a lot better at it than I used to be, but one of the worst things that comes with this mood-confusion is that of feeling distinctly unlikeable.  If not unloveable.  There, I said it.  That was brave.  Resisting the urge to ask everyone if they still like you even though you are being a bit odd takes some doing.  Of course running around asking people questions like that is what makes you seem a bit odd in the first place. 

Wah…I can’t wait for the bi-polar winter to really kick in. If anyone wants me I’ll be under the duvet.  Possibly wearing a hat.

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2 thoughts on “First-World Platypus: Wah

  1. Neet

    Be sure of this Ms Platypus … you are so unbelievably lovable; this from someone who has known you for 34 years. Your insightfulness and writings are so moving; they are infused with a keen; sensitive humour and human dignity that transcend the minutia we deal with day to day. Know this too Ms Platypus; as each year passes the more loveable you are … fact!!!!!

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