The ball is falling.

You know those periods in which everything that is immaculately planned to go a certain way just completely collapses? All those little straightforward things – that you don’t even think about when they go the way you assume they will – can suddenly become the most complicated processes ever.

It’s like this:

You have a football field right? And say this field represents one week. Well the field is covered in people, standing in positions at random, but, say, no closer to each other than about 5 feet. These people – they’re all holding really big, REALLY bouncy balls. And then you have yourself holding your ball, standing at one end.

Now all you have to do is get from one end of the football field to the other – all the way through the one week – without touching anyone else’s ball, or dropping your own. And this is fine, as long as everybody standing in the field just holds on to their own ball.

But then there’s this: the fundamental rule of the universe that if one person drops the ball, every other ball will be dropped as well. The force of one ball dropping draws all other balls to be dropped too. Because balls, you see, they like to bounce.

So all it takes is that one ball to drop, for all the other balls to start bouncing around you. And then how do you win the game? With all those other balls dropping and bouncing all around you, it’s all you can do to hold on to your own ball, curl around it, and pray to come out of this thing alive.

Okay, a bit dramatic, I admit, and I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that this week STARTED in the nicest possible way – in part because we knew this would be a week for ball-dropping – but I didn’t realize the extent of the ball-dropping that would occur. Didn’t realize that it would extend beyond my immediate environment into the world outside.

I ask you: how difficult is it to order one pair of contact lenses? Not twelve, not six, not ten, just one. And then what kind of person then tries to blame ME the CUSTOMER for the mistake, adding that there may be a fee? A fee? Um, nope, I don’t think so.

That was just what I needed.

My mental place of inner peace and calm is going to get such a workout before next Friday it won’t know what hit it. Do you know how hard it is to walk around convincing yourself constantly that it doesn’t matter, that, in fact, nothing you are doing right now really matters, and that in 10 years you won’t even remember it happened? Considering the truth of those convictions, it’s pretty f***ing hard.