Do I really need one more thing in my to do list?

I recently hit bottom.  Like literally.  As I was running into the library to print my paper for a presentation at my school's student conference, I tripped and fell.  First to my knees.  Then, as if in slow motion, I felt myself fall forward and plant my face into the carpeted floor.  That’s when I knew the universe was trying to tell me something.  But what exactly was it trying to tell me?  I’m still trying to figure that out.  But basically, I think it was telling me to slow down and blog.

The thing is, I’m one of those people who try really hard at pretty much everything. Some people say I’m a perfectionist, but perfectionists at least give the semblance of perfection even if it's merely a façade.  My case is entirely different.  For starters, nearly all of my major faults are exposed in public rather than in private.  Like, this dive into the floor of the library that I took.  That never would have happened in the comfort of my own home (or at least it hasn't happened to date).  Instead, it had to happen in the lobby of my workplace in front of my colleagues and classmates.  Secondly, I really just like doing a whole lot of things and it sort of vexes me that I'm not great at them, but I'd rather do them okay than not to do them at all.  Blogging is going to be an experiment in just being present to life and what it throws my way (and yes, of course, what I drag into it) without worrying about grades, performance reviews, being politically correct, etc.

One of my friends recently told me that my life is turning into a sitcom.  I think it's because of the sheer volume of things happening in my life right now.  It's inevitable that when you are doing a crazy amount of activities in a variety of different settings, sometimes you will forget to code shift as necessary or you are too preoccupied to thoughtfully consider your response to things and say something that sounds like something only a crazy person would say.  Like how -- just last week -- I lashed out at a bartender by yelling "rule follower" at him.  It was a true statement, but somehow that brought me a little too close to that moment when security is called to detain a disruptive patron.

Lately it seems like I'm often finding myself in situations when I'm just one moment away from crossing over from the idiosyncratic life of an overextended graduate student into crazy town.  As I flash into that land of the truly crazy from time to time, I figured that sharing those flashes might interest others and keep me tethered to the real world.  Frankly, I also really freaking need a place where I can think, write, and disregard grammar.