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English translation from Italian, lunacy.  So apparently I wasn’t the only one believing that this was a bad moon but is there really any such thing?  Does the full moon really have the mystical power to induce lunacy?  Does the state of “moonstruck” trigger erratic behavior, increase drunkenness, traffic accidents, homicides (ok I stopped short of homicide) and arrests (no bail money was needed this time)?   Why else would police departments, emergency rooms and suicide hot lines add personnel to cope with the “heightened incidents”?

Believe it or not the jury is still out on the validity of lunacy, originally referring to insanity of an intermittent kind attributed to changes of the moon.  There are, of course, several theories; the most widely held has to do with the effect of the full moon on water.  Miami psychiatrist, Arnold Lieber, “the full moon’s supposed effects on behavior arise from its influence on water. The human body, after all, is about 80 percent water, so perhaps the moon works its mischievous magic by somehow disrupting the alignment of water molecules in the nervous system.”  Not many in the scientific community are buying it, seems the gravitational effects of the moon are tiny tiny tiny. And the water that is affected by the moon is open water, and the effects are the same for the new moon, which we can’t even see.

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More and more studies are not endorsing the lunacy theories of the ages.  More and more studies are pointing toward….urban legend.  Hollywood has helped with the legend part of it, nothing short of a full moon will do as the music rises and the scream is imminent.  Please.

One of the more interesting theories was raised by Charles L. Raison, Emory University. He seemed to think that the effect may have been genuine at one time; before the advent of outdoor lighting the bright light of the full moon deprived people who were living outside of sleep.  Ok, I have never lived outside but I can assure you no amount of black out blinds, drapes can prevent the full moon from seeping into my bedroom at night.  This theory I can work with.

Whatever your beliefs the full moon does…something.  I’m not sure what but I know like I know that the end of last week brought me to a table in a little dive bar with four other women who, unprovoked (except that they read my post last week) sat down hard and said this was a bad moon.

Each had a story of crazy customers, spouses, children and they were sticking to it.  That said, I can’t think of a better way to end a full moon week than with these women.  The laugher and stories just kept coming.  Our only similarity is that we work in the same business, we are each  very different people but together we made an otherwise difficult week manageable.  I hadn’t laughed all week and here I hadn’t stopped.

One of these wonderful women caught my eye and said, you did this.  You got us here.  What a wonderful compliment.  There was a moment just after that when I felt as if I was out of body, the background noise faded away and as I looked around the table at these women, who each had their own life rant going on, I knew (like I knew) that this week was truly done.  I believe they knew it to.  It’s no wonder we vow to do this each month, so no one gets hurt including each of us.

 

Full Moon Rant

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“The moon was reigning over their world, glowing its full splendor to all those willing to look up.” ― Irina Serban 

 

I seem to be living on the corner of “What do you think?” and “What do you want to hear?”  It’s a pretty damn busy street when venting and excuses make their way into the same conversation over and over and over again and you no longer know how to respond.  Should you ask, are you venting or do you want me to respond? Or should you just assume the person is venting and shut your mouth, wait for the what do you think at the big exhale or the end of the email that says, “Your thoughts?”  So do you want my thoughts or is that just a way of getting me to bite.  Because I’ll bite…

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God knows I can spew off a good rant given the right circumstances and most people find it amusing but they know when I get to the end of it it’s over, it’s out of my system and I can move along to the things that give me strength, balance, and dare I say it, joy.  But there are others who can spew the same rant over and over and over, are you sensing a theme here?  What’s the sense of ranting, venting, bitching, whatever your favorite term for it, if it brings you no relief.  If you don’t come to any conclusions at the end of it, if you don’t see a plan or even an inkling of a plan what good is going over it again.  If you’re going to get something out of your system then get it the hell out.  My guess is if you’re living the definition of insanity then you’re not really venting but asking for an opinion.  Or another opinion since you’ve probably been given opinions (your thoughts?) before.  Or you like the sound of your own voice lamenting your situation.  Or you’re making excuses that are probably fueled by fear the destroyer of all things creative and confidence driven. excuse

 

I especially love the part that says I don’t understand.  Ok, maybe I don’t but it’s not like I’ve been living alongside the enchanted forest for my whole life.  Most of my life I was stuck in a job that was extremely high stress, mostly brought on by my setting martyr precedence I later realized I didn’t want to live with at the same time himself was losing
his mind and collecting ATM receipts for 200.00 at a time on a daily basis.  Yeah I think I know a thing or two about high level stress and what we do to ourselves under the guise of fear and the unknown.  So stamp your feet if you want… all you want, but know that you have to actually do something to make it stop.

I know I’m that person that wants to fix everything and everybody and it takes an enormous amount of effort for me to hold back so forgive me that and just say it out loud: I’m venting, you just need to listen.  I’m good with that it helps me.  But don’t tell me your just venting and then set an expectation to it, I get confused.  You can’t have it both ways…you can’t live on the corner of “I’m going to piss and moan again about the same thing” and “Oh yeah I’m not going to do anything about it and get mad at you when you remind me of a few things I might try (again)”  What????

So for all you little darlings (and you do know who you all are) that had varying degrees of shit fits this week I’m blaming it on the moon.  It’s full and it seems to me it’s getting fuller all the time and hardly waning…ever.  I’m begging you to make up your mind.  You’ve put me in that position of wise woman and then you slap me for pointing out the obvious, really?  I’m breaking my own precedent, I no long want to live in a perpetual full moon, I am not that wise woman I am simply going to follow your lead.  I know like I know that the only corner I want to live on is Stowe Lane and Enchanted Forest. Whew, I feel much better.