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The best way to relieve stress is to not personally involve yourself in your daily life. I can separate the signal from the noise. I am well suited to the rigors of my career, though I am not above enjoying myself. There is much exertion in my life, but there is just as much relief. For example, when Anna and I finished the Series “Monk” on USA, a hole was left in our hearts. Several quiet months passed of pursuing hobbies. We went to the writers workshop at the city library. This diversion occupied that space of time, but when the series “Psych” premiered we knew then that all these diversions were fruitless.
“You’re making a very serious face.”
There was no response to me.
“Any thoughts about what our 4:30 to 7:30 timeframe is looking like?”
“You still think scheduling will change things? That’s the solution?”
“It worked when we had a very small amount of free time. Why shouldn’t it work during an abundance of free time?”
Last Thursday was one of those lazy afternoons. We had juice on the alcove of the balcony. Anna scribbled on a spiral notebook. College had been a special time for us. We had met through a group of friends we had both made through the dorm rooms and various social events. It all came together so spontaneously, so organically. It was Dave, the alcoholic engineer, who had introduced us.
“What are you working on?”
“You know. The glory years.”
“Ah, I remember them well, the gossamer weeks.”
“I still don’t understand how you passed.”
“That’s undermining. I make enough to take care of you. Don’t forget that.”
“Like you can hold that over my head.”
“Let’s just have a pleasant morning. Let’s have our juice.”
This is what the USA show Psych took out of our lives. Instead of pursuing fruitless hobbies that would artificially inflate the bank accounts of our souls, or of our narcissism, we instead sat dumb and content in front of the television as Psych reminded us who we really were.