Buster Keaton

I’m building a deck for my cabin and yesterday I was sitting inside with the French doors open admiring what I’ve built so far. I have a frame and a couple of ten-foot boards laid across the frame. I need to buy more boards to finish the job. I placed the two boards I have in the middle of the deck and imagined how it would look when I finished.

I decided to walk across the deck to get perspective. The boards weren’t nailed in, but I had wedged them so they wouldn't move when I walked across them. I stepped down on a board and I felt it sink beneath my foot. I guess I didn’t wedge it the way I thought I did. The far end of the board started to lift up and to save myself from total disaster I fell butt first backwards into my cabin. The board went vertical and crashed to the ground. I started to laugh. It was a Buster Keaton moment.

              I’m glad I didn’t hurt myself. It would've been days before someone realized I was missing. 

Misophonia

I’ve diagnosed myself as having misophonia, which is a hypersensitivity to some sounds. I’m particularly sensitive to the sound of dogs barking. It’s okay if they bark once or twice, or occasionally. I only react to excessive, continual, barking. I use to think I was just an asshole with no patience for common things. I was relieved when I stumbled upon the condition of misophonia. I suppose there’s still some asshole in me, and try as I might, I can’t blame everything on my condition, although it does explain my irrational thinking, my emotional outburst, my pent up anger, and my desire to run away from repetitive sounds.

            I’m wondering if there’s a condition for the hypersensitivity to questions? That’s another thing I have trouble with. I can only answer a limited amount of questions before I find myself in an agitated state. It could be acute asshole syndrome, or AAS, I’m not sure, I’m just asking.