I’ve mentioned in the past that I have a dislike of bureaucracy and forms that borders on a full-blown phobia. The past couple of weeks have been an absolute onslaught of those very things, and I won’t lie: it’s been stressful.*
The stress makes me highly susceptible to a phenomenon that cartoonist Allie Brosh has described as The Sneaky Hate Spiral. If you haven’t read the comic yet, click on the link. I’ll wait.
See, isn’t that brilliant? It perfectly describes what happens when a bunch of completely minor annoyances gang up on you one after another, culminating in you losing your shit at something you can neither control nor rationally be angry at (like the icy gusts of wind that used to shoot into my face during winters at GSU). And the past couple weeks have been filled with those minor annoyances, the ones that can easily lead into a full Sneaky Hate Spiral blow-up.
But here’s the good news: thanks to that comic, I’ve found a way to halt, or at least slow, the onset of the Sneaky Hate Spiral. My solution? Singing “La Bamba.” Out loud. Preferably with accompanying dance moves.
* At this point, I’m convinced the DriveTest centre/center is some sort of high-level government psychology experiment.