The Culture is always here, the shock comes and goes, without warning and without remorse. Usually it's related to missing friends and family or just the cold autumn weather in England.
Yesterday was different, I had a black cloud day.
One of those days when things aren't really right. it's not that anything has gone wrong or something terrible has happened things just aren't right. The day started as everyday does, in bed, feeling tired (Presently Em and I achieve 6.5 hours of sleep each night so every morning there is a struggle to rise from the comfort of the bed). Yesterday I got up and my knee hurt / ached, don't understand why, it's not even the one I injured a couple of years ago; so I started out feeling a bit glum.
It was dorm sorting day (we're trying to make more of a home / family atmosphere) so things were being moved around and new things being purchased down town to create the desired changing rooms look. The problem was that my black cloud didn't like the way everything was being changed and everyone else was busy changing things and I felt like a spare part; like the camera man on changing rooms who wants to shout out "no not there, put it over here" but can't because it's not his place to say. I should add here that apart from the boys I was the only Male involved in the changes (I say involved I actually mean present) so I was out numbered and my black cloud left me huddled in the corner trying to protect my masculine side from being consumed by female creativity. (If you check my Birkman Persnoality Profile it states that I don't cope well / reject changes that are made without my input. I now understand what that means).
The knee situation got worse in the afternoon as well. I was out on my bike with the boys messing about and my foot slipped off the peddle, sending my knee (the other one, not the one that was aching in the morning) crashing into the handle bars. Being a tough boy I managed not to cry but I now had two knees that hurt.
So I had a black cloud to start with and the days events had not blown it away. The black cloud was finally consumed as a side dish to supper at 6pm, it's amazing how beneficial food can be sometimes. For Em and the Boys it was the healthiest meal I'd eaten all day as it transformed the way that I interacted with them and meant that I was actually quite nice (sorry for being horrible).
Today is a better day I hope i don't have the same problem next month; Em's been teasing me about PMT!
Paul.
1 comment:
I really feel for you - I hate having days where I feel bad for no apparent reason - it's worse when you're away from everything you're familiar with. Are you managing to get enough time to do things you enjoy?
I now know what the problem was when I had culture shock but I think it's something you have to work through for yourself :(
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