Right. Probably going to have to get my eyes examined. I’ve got trouble focusing when I flick to looking at something new.
It only lasts a fraction of a second, but it’s noticeable - as though my vision is jumpy.
Of course it’s equally possible that the world itself is starting to twitch out of reality... but I feel sure I would have read about it in the news.
Meanwhile, I was accidentally patronising, my team poked fun at me again, and we had a huge pub-discussion about punctuation. Then I tried a joke that wasn’t funny.
I think my sense of humour might be getting a bit sharp. My friend messaged me to say he’d got a new car and was just picking it up. I recommended he drove it instead, unless it turned out to be not as heavy as I was imagining. Blank. Tumbleweed.
Last night’s park-walk had me in stitches too, when I couldn’t remember the other name for crickets and all I could think of was ‘enchiladas’... Recounting how much funnier I had found it, creasing up in the dark silence of an empty park like a lunatic... somehow wasn’t as hilarious today.
Slip over in the office though, or bang your head under the desk while trying to plug your phone-charger in, and everybody’s in fits. Comedy remains a mystery to me.
It might be tiredness, the eye-thing. Or too much time in front of screens. I can sort both of those things out if I put my mind to it. Not much I can do about the other stuff. I can start being more discerning I suppose and ask more questions. I guess I could also get some rest, or do more screen-free, sunset walks in the park.
Just got to make sure I don’t disturb the enchiladas.
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