The FUN in DysFUNctional

Okay, I have issues. (Incidentally, one of them is my overuse of the word “okay.” I have already started two posts with “Okay…” When I was student teaching, my professor came to evaluate my teaching and the only feedback he gave me was, “You use the word “okay” a lot. Try something else.” I said, “O-kaaayy.”)

Another of my issues is this. I have conversations with myself…well, actually two of my selves: reasonable inside me and crazy inside me. Whenever crazy inside me starts talking in my real life my husband always says, “Let’s make you a sandwich,” or “When was the last time you ate?” (I have blood sugar issues, as well. Tends to make me bit unreasonable.)

Anyway, here is our conversation last night after typing the Plagiarism blog:

CIM: That blog doesn’t make any sense to anyone but me. I think I better go push “unpublish.”

RIM: It’s fine. Stop freaking out.

CIM: Everyone is going to think I’m a dork.

RIM: (under her breath) You are a dork. (And then out loud) No one’s going to think that.

CIM: Ha! I heard that.

RIM: Of course you heard that. We share the same brain.

CIM: I’m pushing “unpublish” and you can’t stop me.


CIM: What? Aren’t you going to stop me?

RIM: I was just trying to think if we have any chocolate in the house. You need a little fix.

CIM: Why do you always have to go there? Can’t you just listen to me for once…I might be right one of these days.

RIM: (only eyebrows)

And right now, RIM is saying, “You’re not really going to put this on your blog, are you?” And CIM is saying, “Just watch me!”