Wednesday, November 29, 2006

November Burnout, or Give Me Crack and Anal Sex, Take the Only Tree That's Left, And Stuff it Up the Hole in Your Culture


There's something kind of post-modern about reading the following paragraph in New York Magazine....

"Our obsession with efficiency at work has unfortunately seeped into our attitude toward leisure, with the multitasking of our downtime as the loony and paradoxical result. We run on the treadmill while listening to music while watching TV. We cook while flipping through a magazine while yakking on the phone."

....while riding the elliptical trainer, listening to music and....yeah...watching television. I also was texting Haviland to tell her to read the article. I'm also writing this while: cooking dinner, talking to Stephanie (who is now reading the article), writing Chapter One, copying down survey data.

I'm pretty sure I had my first major burnout at the age of 18, which resulted in me swimming 5000 miles in the Sarah Lawrence pool and then telling my Mom I was dropping out of college, and another one has been lurking for the past few months. I reassure myself that everything will be okay because "We're all going through this, this is our time at the edge" as I learned in the seminal film St.Elmo's Fire. I know that sounds like standard sarcasm but I am dead serious. It gets me through, St. Elmo's Fire.

Haviland googled her own existential crisis (which is SO post-modern!), and came up with a WikiHow article on how to deal with an existential crisis, which she passed on to me, because it is more cracked up than a burnout-oriented "CrackBerry." Let me share some of this insight:


1. Turn on a light, preferably 75 watt or brighter.
Okay, but seriously: I'm a vampire. Light makes the baby go blind. Jesus, no matter what Emily Webb may have said, no one really wants to look at each other! I mean, florescent lights are probably another cause of burnout, that's why teenagers are so depressed all the time (cause of school, and the lighting there, y'all). Ew. I don't have a 75 watt lightbulb anywhere. Gross.


2. If necessary, clean whatever room you're in. Changing your surroundings both clarifies your power over the world and gives you a few minutes to do some problem-solving on a less grandiose scale. Don't just straighten, clean. Use a cleaning product. (Note: Does not apply if you have OCD -- cleaning isn't your problem).
You know, a few days ago MM and I were proposing finding someone who's like, really down and out (possibly insane/homeless/on drugs) to clean our apartment for us, for like 40 bucks, because we don't have time for that bullshit. Where's The Email? Where's my Hat? Pippi! Is something burning?


3. Now, try to verbalize what your problem is. Some people write full-length sentences to help clarify their issues.


Har. Har.


4.Imagine several *different* people you like or respect giving you advice. Don't pick anyone abusive. Or try Mr. Rogers, your first grade teacher, and that girl (boy) you had a crush on in 9th grade. They don't help very much, do they? But it's fun talking to them.

I think it's really funny to think about Mr. Rogers, Mrs. Doman and Derek K. sitting on a couch together giving me advice about time management. Especially because Derek, since he was a total bad-ass, like, didn't even have time to go to school because he was really busy smoking marijuana, selling drugs, trying to get his girlfriend Beth to sleep with him (pick meeee Derek pick MEEE!!!) and sleeping in Meijers. These are the people in my neighborhood, y'all. Word.


5. Then imagine yourself giving someone else with your situation some advice. Really, if you were just the person talking to yourself, would you really think this was as big a problem?

If I was myself talking to myself I would tell myself: your hair looks really nice today. or: um, jump off a bridge, like, asap.


6. If it's between 8 am and 10 pm, consult someone who loves you like a friend or a parent.

Problem A: I don't have any daytime minutes. Is this what that T-Mobile my faves thing is for? God, I need a new phone. I think Sprint is giving me a crisis.
Problem B: I think this involves a lot of assumptions and a lot of problems in general as to like, what is love? Does anyone love me? Does Lionel Richie love me? Does Derek? Does sprint pcs? If I called someone I loved with a crisis, would they still love me? (No)
Problem C: I don't have any friends
Problem D: My Mom goes to work all day
Problem E: If I DID Have friends, they would be BADASS friends who'd be up all night long and I could call 'em whenever I fucking wanted to, HOLLA! (except like, before 10am)

More tips:

Don't decide to refuse to confront your problem on the romantic basis that life is prettier when you suffer. This is crap, and only applies if you actually can't deal with a problem. Most likely you can, even if it's only later.

Whatevs. Who wrote this, Mr. Rogers and Mrs. Doman? Someone who lives in a house with wall-to-wall carpeting and a pool and pays one-quarter of what I do for rent in my closet-sized bedroom?

Suffering is freakin' beautiful. Didn't you see Jordan Catalano in Requiem for a Dream? (I didn't, it's hard for me to sit through a movie because I always want to be writing/checking email/revising my Amazon wish list/making out, but I've seen photos so I know a thing or two.) But I did see The Basketball Diaries, which in my estimation was the hottest Leonardo DiCaprio has ever looked before or since.

Don't do too much thinking after midnight. Trust me, that never goes well. You might turn into a gremlin or worse yet, a pumpkin. Seriously, you never know.

Seriously, first you're all like, don't call someone after lights out, and now you're getting all Black Cauldron on me. Also, I like pumpkins.


Whatever you do, don't kill, cut, or maim yourself. Don't make any permanent changes because of temporary problems: destroying the only copy of your novel or getting a facial tattoo is unacceptable. You may use henna or dye your hair blue, if you want to get in a fight with your parents.


Somehow we got from like, killing yourself to using henna. HENNA?! Henna is so 1997. And anyone who destroys the only copy of their novel is saving some poor literary agent the pain of having to read their query letter about how they felt like they had burnout and then wrote a novel to pursue the joy of being a writer because all the words just "spilled" onto the page or something, which is doing us all a favor. Move to Key West and become a fisherman or something. You can read all about it in Thomas McGuane's Ninety-Two in the Shade. You know I think there should be a category of literature called "Burnout Lit."

Here's some titles for Burnout Lit:
Independence Day, Richard Ford
Sideways, Rex Pickett
Fight Club,Chuck Palahniuk
Music for Torching, A.M Homes
The Stories of John Cheever, John Cheever
American Pyscho, Brett Easton Ellis
American Appetites, Joyce Carole Oates
The Quality of Life Report, Megan Daum

In any event, I'd like to see a facial tattoo resulting from an existential crisis. Just thinking about it kind of makes me LOL, almost.

Don't hesitate to call hotlines. They are there for the benefit of people who have similar difficulties with the troubles life throws at them. Life is hard. Help others and ask for help when you need it.

Can I quote this article I just read in New York Magazine? Alright then, I will.

As one Florida social worker told her, “I recently received a call at night, and while I was getting dressed, I was screaming and cursing these motherfuckers for calling me with their goddamned problems.”

Right-o!

In conclusion: I fully believe that we are given too much to handle. Seriously. I think the level of output and energy that is required of the average New Yorker is beyond what our bodies were designed to deal with. Which is why I recommend alcohol, drugs, hookers, and massages, or perhaps some other bizarre vice (destructive relationship, over-use of henna tattoos, therapy, crossword puzzles, eating disorder, nymphomania). Whatever. This is our time at the edge.

If you are going to kill yourself, please first buy me some things from my Amazon wish list, thanks!

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

Im gonna pound you you dirty slut

riese said...

okay, now I'm LOLing.

i can't decide if i should delete that comment or not. i mean, it's pretty generic and isn't really even slightly related to the entry itself (unless it's a reference to the title, which is a leonard cohen lyric)....it's also gross and mildly insulting, and i'm also not a slut. (not that there's anything wrong with that, but it's just not how I roll right now) i haven't showered yet today, but i'm going to, after the gym.

in conclusion, anonymous, please let me know what you look like and I will consider the pounding.

i'm guessing it's not a friend, because i mean, seriously, guys, that's a good one (and by that i mean, NOT AT ALL.)

Anonymous said...

that person is probably burning out and hopefully he/she/it will take the suicide route.. hey, you've got our support! call us anytime to root you on!

Anonymous said...

Seriously...have you and I EVER talked through a crisis OR a state or ANYTHING between the hours of 8am and 10pm? WHAT?

Let's post a survey somewhere called "what is the point" and have other potential burn-outs like ourselves post the reasons why we're doing this to ourselves...ok?

But those fwds people send about like, pretty flowers in the morning sunshine and little children thanking God are not allowed - I'm talking about people who want everything and don't know what the Hell everything IS...

it's, like, POST post-modern.

or something...

Anonymous said...

I vote, keep the creepy comment. As for burning out and et cetera... yes, we probably all do have too much to handle, maybe New Yorkers more than otherwise, but I seriously don't know anyone who isn't overloading. My vice is Bejeweled. It's becoming a serious problem.

riese said...

Rachel: Yeah, I'd be lying if I pretended like my burnout at 18 wasn't a direct result of my err... ambitions. in a pretty demanding high school.

Bejeweled? Like the stuff you put on clothes like bedazzled? Tell me more!

Hav: I think crisis requires sunset. Although, what about sea-time? Or four in the afternoon visits to a friend you've only known for two weeks? hmmm...that was me at my BEST.

Steph: I think, sort of, that maybe what anonymous needs to deal with their burn out is a um...POUNDING!

New York Punk said...

The best way to deal with burn out is to start a blog.

riese said...

or three!

Anonymous said...

Bejeweled is a puzzle game, a la minesweeper or solitaire, but glitterier, and things blow up. Well, in Bejeweled 2, things blow up.

http://www.addictinggames.com/bejeweled2.html

BookCannibal9 said...

LOVE the burnout lit list! I'm really with you on most of those titles. Looks like a new category to add to the Query Drinking Game.... not that we'd ever really do something like that....

riese said...

I was trying to remember our middle-aged-crisis lit list, because I'm sure there's some overlap (obvs I couldn't include Empire Falls, because in order to burn out the protagonist would have had to like, DO SOMETHING worth mentioning first), and I know there's gotta be some Updike too...

query drinking game? we'd never do such a thing.

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