An Apple A Day Does Absolutely Nothing
I awoke this morning and thought it was Saturday. Quite an unfortunate mistake to make in the middle of the week. When I rolled out of bed the realization hit me that it was indeed not the weekend, but it was instead time to get ready for work. The cruel tricks that the mind can play sometimes. So for the rest of today my body thinks it's Saturday, while my mind knows it's only Thursday. Talk about a dilemma. My body wants to go play outside in the fall air, drink wine, converse with friends, and jam on the guitar. My mind, on the other hand, is trying to concentrate on the task at hand. Work. Somehow these two portions of my inner being really should be communicating with each via some type of neuro-transmission. If not, I'm afraid my body just might permanently be two days ahead of my mind. I always thought I was ahead of my time, but this is a little extreme.
As I was sitting at my desk in the office earlier this morning, one of the most frightening things I have ever experienced happened. My heart skipped several beats. And I'm not using this as a sappy metaphor for falling in love or encountering a gorgeous brunette. My heart actually stopped for several seconds, skipping two or so beats. Seriously. It was the most random and scariest thing I have ever experienced. My heart stopped. I took a breath. It still didn't do anything. I took another breath, this time a deep one. It still didn't resume it's beat. And just before I started to panic, it started beating in rapid succession as if to make up for the two or three beats that it had missed.
And I just sat there wrought with fear and amazement. It was hardly a near-death experience, but for a fleeting few seconds I actually saw my life pass before me. Suddenly the pile of work and projects before me meant nothing, and I just sat there wide eyed and stunned in complete silence. What the fuck just happened? My heart had completely stopped?! Why? Was it the coffee? Did I have too much, or maybe not enough? I just don't understand!? Was this an early warning sign for the emergency broadcast system? Had someone, somewhere, pulled my number out of the revolving drum? Is it time to go already? I haven't even packed my bags!
I still have yet to figure out why my heart stopped, and in all likelihood I probably won't be able to figure it out on my own. All I know is that the experience of having your vital blood transporting organ suddenly stop before your very being is the most frightening episode that I have yet to experience. I will be in to see my doctor immediately.
In an attempt to right myself and catch my bearings after the little encounter with my inefficient heart, I decided to leave the office immediately and go sit down at a trendy little cafe downtown to have lunch and to re-read a book. As I paid for my ceaser salad the cute little blond behind the counter caught a glimpse of the book that I was carrying under my arm, and immediately she expressed her undying interest in Stevie. She threw out some fresh SRV verbiage that only a "true" fan would know and I was quite impressed that a girl so young could know so much about a musician from yesterday. Sometimes it's hard not to stereotype these young teeny boppers as N'Sync and Brittany fans. Ultimately I guess running into her just goes to show that his music and his legacy will live on somehow, in some form, forever.