I woke up this morning to look out at the silhouette of my mountain in the early morning dark. Shining blindingly bright was an almost full moon hanging just above the peak. It was a beautiful sight. But my first thought was “This explains SO much”! This week has been full of so much unnecessary personal craziness: It started with Super Rockstar’s truck not starting–it needs a new battery. Fine. Good. Not a huge deal. BUT, it meant me needing to play chauffeur in shuttling the kids to school and getting him to work on time. Whatever. I can deal with it. A package that he had ordered and was SUPPOSED to come last week (a gift for a retiring co worker) got shuffled into the wrong pile at UPS. As a result, it meant it wasn’t going to arrive until Monday –barely in time for the retirement party. This meant me needing to stay home and wait for the package and then drive (once again) to his office. Minor inconvenience. It’s all good. The problem was that the week just kept producing such “minor inconveniences” every single day. One every once in a while is no big deal. Several hitting you every day can make one feel a bit edgy. So, as I gazed out at the luminous moon this morning–my week of small chaos’s suddenly began to make a lot of sense. The blame for all of my “freaky week” circumstances was hanging in the sky. I know some of you don’t put a whole lot of stock in the whole “full moons make people crazy” belief but, ask any school teacher or on duty hospital staff or police officer and they will swear it as fact.
I’m right there with them. I certainly can vouch that my boys have been extra squirrelly this week– adding to the potpourri of my wavering mental sanity.
It feels like my brain has been hijacked too. In simple conversations I can’t seem to put together a coherent thought. It’s like I’m speaking in riddles. And even when I think I’m communicating coherently, the receiver does not seem to understand the words that are coming out of my mouth. Like I’m speaking in some sort of code that only I understand.
My mind seems to have gone on some sort of vacation– I’ve had to go to the grocery store 3 times in one week because I keep forgetting stuff, I cannot even fathom what to fix for dinner (“what DO I usually make?”), and even as I sat down to write this post–a brain fog seem to wash over me and every thing that goes through my head feels like I’m trying to dial in a radio station, but no matter how hard I try I just can’t get a clear signal. With all of this craziness, I decided to do a little research on if there is any proof of my theory that we all go crazy and our lives turn upside down during full moons.
Most articles confirm that most of us BELIEVE that the moon cycles make everyone a little loopy.
http://mentalfloss.com/article/31608/does-full-moon-really-make-people-act-crazy
The experts remind us that the word lunacy comes from the Latin word Luna –meaning moon. But, most of them debunk that there’s any scientific proof to support this belief. All I’m saying is that the proof is in the behavior of the people around you. All you have to do is go hang out in an elementary school during a full moon–not only will you witness a world gone mad, but every single teacher has that twitchy eyed look that lets you know how far on the edge this thing really pushes you. Science shmience.
If the full moon is making your life crazy right now it might be best to just hunker down and hide until it decides calm down (waxing, waning or whatever happens next–I don’t know) OR if you want to do your own research about the proof of this phenomenon–you can grab a box of popcorn and some hot tamales, go hang out at the nearest public setting and be fully entertained by the loopy scenes that unfold before you. Prepare to be enlightened.