Sometimes I get stuck. Not literally stuck like in a turnstile or a revolving door. Help. Stuck. Can’t pass through.
Or actually stuck while trying on a gold glitter tube top. (I apologize in advance for the image.) Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaaah! Butch! Stuck! In! Tube! Top!
But stuck nonetheless.
Other people never seem to have this problem. They seem to have it all together.
When I get stuck, I do all sorts of things except try to get myself unstuck.
Some things I might do instead of unsticking myself:
- Check my Twitter feed. Every five minutes.
- Play with cats.
- Watch marathons of Total Divas.
- Daydream that I am a little known Kardashian. Butch Kardashian.
When I am stuck:
The only way I know how to get unstuck is to do the thing I’m stuck at. And that’s the thing I really don’t want to do.
Things I’d rather do than do the stuck thing:
- Eat hot sauce.
- Give a speech. At a Republican convention.
- Listen to country and western music.
- Dance to the song It’s Raining Men.
- Read 50 Shades of Gray for non-comedic purposes.
So, after I’ve done everything else that I can think of, I’ll do the stuck thing.
First, of course, I’ll make a horrible face and make things seem worse than they really are. I’m a drama butch, after all.
Then I’ll do the stuck thing.
At first taking lots of breaks to do important things like load one glass in the dishwasher, organize paperclips and clean cat hair from out of computer keyboard.
And then going back to doing the stuck thing.
Before I know it, my hair is not on fire. I am not shrieking.
I am just doing the unstuck thing.
I am unstuck.
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What do you when you’re stuck? How do you get unstuck?