Three Kristys and an Alf

This weekend (granted I still have most of my Sunday to go) has been a mush of being old school Kristy, the new Kristy and anxious Kristy who, chronologically, sits in between old school and the new Kristys.

Cam can vouch for this picture of old school Kristy. She enjoys nothing more and doesn't want anything but days, many, many consecutive hours, to stay in bed with a hot water dog, wrapped up in many blankets, smelling of someone who hasn't been a part of society for quite sometime and eating loads of junk food (in this weekend's case, the junk food has consisted of donuts, cakes, pies and sausage rolls from my much loved and conveniently close and cheap vegan bakery and of course, as like most weekends, a packet of Doritos and a jar of salsa which I included an avocado for dipping under the pretense that it will transform it into a healthy snack). Old School Kristy's hours are swiftly swallowed and never to be seen again by the consuming and stimulating images and noises of Theme Hospital and Warcraft 2, satisfying is the feeling of achieving the goals of and bringing order to a fantasy world, using those at my command to do so - cartoonish and cute characters be they - doctors, nurses and janitors or footman, arches and knights. And because that is not enough visual and auditory stimulation to serve as a distraction from reality, Futurama, Simpsons or a random chick flick (Dirty Dancing was the flick of choice this weekend) plays in the background as old school Kristy does her thing and does it well. Really, I think I would have spent the entire weekend in this embrace if only I weren't depending on Clinton's power cable to bring life to my laptop. But, alas, dependent I am and therefore have only been spending the hours that Clinton sleeps to live in this hospital or mythological forest - which, since good old Clinton is also being old school Clinton and sleeping for many hours, the time that I have with his power pack lasts me until the afternoon.

Once Clinton rises and takes back his laptop power, I am one distraction down and feeling the anxiety coming on. This is when the new Kristy steps up, takes the reins and sends away the anxiety the way she knows best - the gym! So off I head into the city on both my Saturday and Sunday to pump the iron and pound the treadmill belt (but not train in Body Step, just this weekend - long story perhaps for another post). The new Kristy is adrenaline fueled, feeling good about herself, loving that she is working towards a huge and great achievement (perhaps like combating the goals in her fantasy worlds but this one is something real and something admirable). After the gym, the new Kristy food shops (loving the feeling of being in the fruit and veg and health food sections of the supermarket) and cooks a healthy meal (hollowed out tomatoes stuffed with tofu, fresh basil, mushrooms, spinach, pine nuts and left over avocado from when old school Kristy existed). The new Kristy meets a friend for herbal tea and warming conversations on a wet and cold day. The new Kristy, arriving home, still laptop-powerless and unable to crawl back into old school Kristy's world, takes on an alternative (and healthier for the mind) path to distract herself from the anxiety and let time be consumed - reading a damn good book while listening to damn good music. Cloud Atlas and Emotional IQ are my current reads which send my mind into a happy and calm state. And of course my usual music choice to match this cognitive state being predominately the Kinks and Kimya.

Clinton has just popped in asking 'where his power at? Bitch.' He allows me 10 more minutes to finish my post and then it is time for old school Kristy to morph into the new Kristy. Oooh, I just moved position in my bed and oh my, a major case of pins and needles in both my feet and my butt is painfully numb (is that possible?) - the result of not moving an inch for the last however many hours Theme Hospital has been controlling me (although I was under the impression that I controlled it, pfft). In this dual Kristy world, the third Kristy, anxious Kristy, has made herself known at different times. Her presence is strongest in the transition from one Kristy to the other, hence my heart mildly racing now, as well as at night or on first waking. I am not too annoyed with anxious Kristy for making an appearance because, truth be told, she isn't saying too much, she speaks quite softly this weekend and isn't causing me too much strife (strife? I think that's Alf's from Home and Away's word. No Kristy that I am or have ever been has watched Home and Away).

And that's my weekend - lovely. (Now I'm quoting the Pancake Parlor! Struth! Or is that what Alf says, 'Struth!'? Why the hell am I talking like Alf anyway!?)