The Only Thing To Fear

Well, tomorrow will be a day of change. My wife is coming by to take away furniture so that she can officially move into her place.

I am losing a futon(don't care), a refrigerator(that'll be awkward), a cabinet(it holds all the paperwork, and I can't seem to get myself to organize it), the coffemaker(Oh, God, what will I do!!!), and several other kitchen items(most likely the only knife I use).

All of that really doesn't matter. It can all be replaced. Not that I have money, but theoretically, it can be replaced.

Yet, I seem to be overcome with a pervading sense of fear. My therapist always tells me that fear and excitement physically are the same thing in the body, and the only difference is which label we attach mentally to the experience.

So, maybe I can't wait!

I usually try to buy into that theory, because it works well for auditions and performing, but I feel very small today, and it doesn't remind me in any way of a thrilling anticipation.

Also, I just can't seem to stop thinking about sex lately.

I guess it is normal after eleven years of the ability to just look at someone and say, You wanna, and then be naked in less than five minutes, to suddenly going months without, and looking at women and saying, Hi nice to meet you, and they don't take their clothes off!

I always fancied myself a much more enlightened man, as opposed to the others out there, but I guess that was because I was getting laid. It is like that Seinfeld episode where George gives up sex, and suddenly becomes a great intellectual. Once you don't bother with the when, and with who, and what do I say to get it, you can actually put your mind to more weighty matters.

Like, is it funnier if he burps or farts here.

No wonder I'm afraid of the future. I don't know which of those is funnier!