Something that frequently strikes me as odd… the comments I regularly get about how “calm,” “relaxed,” or “chill” I am. To me, this is preposterous. Insatiable energy, repetitious movements and random shouting seems to fit the bill better in my mind. Imagine the robot assistant Gir from the Invader Zim cartoon, or the partially insane Kramer from the sitcom Seinfeld, or Dory from Finding Nemo. We all speak the same language as far as I can tell. Apparently somewhere along the line, there’s a mistranslation.
As a science minded individual, I can’t argue with the math:
Clearly I just somehow project a zen yoga master type persona. And yet I feel as though if I had any more random energy, I would paint the walls with my guts in a glorious explosion. It’s bizarre to me, but not completely unexpected.
For one reason or another, I have found that translating the thoughts in my head into what I call “the real world,” is buggy at best. I occasionally run into problems with stuttering or speech impediments because, for reasons I can’t identify, it can be hard for me to move my thoughts out into spoken words. Perhaps it’s an issue of thinking too fast or anxiety zapping my brain power, but it can lead to awkward social encounters and causes me to sometimes remain silent, even if there is something I want to share. My best solution to the problem has been to take a deep breath, briefly close my eyes and deliberately organize my thoughts. It is only at this point that I can speak free of impediments despite moments where it’s otherwise impossible.
The world in my head and the “real world” aren’t even in the same galaxy a lot of the time. It leads me to often feel as though I’m imprisoned in my own skull. Like there is an entire person in the “5th dimension” of my body poking and scratching to come out and say hello. Someone that only the Zen Yoga Master has met and confers with regularly. But these two people are the not the same, just acquaintances.
It used to scare me that I can’t quite extract that in my mind into entering the “real world” full time, that only flashes of Kramer or Dory are able exist, but I’ve made peace with that. Now I just work on having an internal balance that doesn’t skew to resulting deep depression. It’s not a bad life, but it can be trying and can be problematic in the field of science (half of the job is communicating effectively). -shrugs- I just work on it, apologize often, but most of all, I keep going and I don’t give up.
There is a sea of riots in my head, pounding and beating to break through my flesh. Bundles of anxiety, loads of ideas, steam engines of thoughts, all that erupt simultaneously every second… which no one ever sees. Only a petite woman with an inviting smile, a quiet demeanor and a thoughtful stare sits before her audience. She’ll close her eyes and take a breath, then she will give you a short statement that may or may not make sense. She has good intentions, but now and again, even that gets lost in the mix up.
But at least you now know what lies beneath.
It can be our little secret.