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Another Lynda Barry ‘Syllabus’ inspired cartoon: a record of one day.
(Obviously I am not very good at shaving.)
His main function in life is to make you anxious.
But it’s not his fault. Really. He feels it’s his duty to protect you from danger. Problem is, his version of danger includes a whole range of things:
EXAMS-DOCTOR APPOINTMENTS-SNAKES-CORDS THAT RESEMBLE SNAKES-POSSIBLY RUNNING LATE-SPIDERS-FAST CARS-ANGRY DOGS-EATING EXPIRED FOOD-STAYING OUT PAST YOUR BEDTIME-MEETING NEW PEOPLE-MEETING ANY PEOPLE-MINOR COLDS-MINOR COLDS BECOMING PNEUMONIA-PUBLIC TRANSPORT-ALL TRANSPORT-CHANGING MOISTURISERS-NEW JOBS-CURRENT JOBS-BURGLARS-BLACK CATS-DEVELOPING CANCER-EVEN NUMBERS-CLEANING THE HOUSE-LEAVING THE HOUSE-MOVING HOUSE-CANCER-GETTING EATEN BY SHARKS…
Other Cray-Cray. You think you’ve shaken one worry, only for it to have really been consumed by another. And when that worry has dissipated, you’re right back at the beginning.
– Hi Cray-Cray. I see you’re here again today.
– Yup. That sandwich is going to make you ill with its old mayonnaise and you’re also going to mess up your meeting.
– That’s nice.
– I’m serious.
– I hear your fear, Cray-Cray. But this sandwich is not very likely to make me ill. And as you’ve pointed out, I’ve got a meeting to get to. So it’s deep belly-filling breaths for me. And if I screw up, I screw up. It’s not going to kill me.
– That sandwich might.
– No it won’t.
– Er, ok. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then, before your dance audition.
The more you notice it, the more its power is deflated. Until you even become a little bored of it. Because it is boring. And tiring. So then you can find something else to occupy your mind. Something that pleases you. Something that involves all your positive attributes and capabilities. (Cray-Cray really hates that.)
World Mental Health Day: 10th of October
Queensland Mental Health Week: 9-15 October
Useful Links in Australia: beyondblue, a mental health website. And Lifeline, for immediate assistance.
It is incredibly annoying being a young woman in the work force.
The men solely pay attention to the older women because they assume they are the only ones who know anything and that the younger ones are ignorant and ill-equipped to deal with the technicalities of the work. They barely look at us when we are talking, but the ladies with the greying hair are fawned over like they are something novel – we will be that way soon enough! Those ladies in their high-riding skirts with stockings sagging around the ankles are the first to receive offers of help with last minute projects or even basic errands, while us young girls in our smart suits and bright lipsticks are left to fend for ourselves.
It is such a bore being young and attractive.
We gather by the water cooler, our own little club, and talk of how things will be better for us in the future.
