We Adjust

I find that we all adjust to the kinds of things and situations we are exposed to. For instance, the mouse on my laptop started creeping all over my computer screen all by itself as though it was possessed. My mouse has ADHD. This all commenced a little over a month ago. At first it was amusing. "Ha, my mouse is gently gliding all around my page without the aid of my finger! How funny!" Yeah, that was my first thought. That is, until my computer savvy friend couldn't fix it. So, for the past month I've just had to get over it. I've adjusted. I'm patient with it like it's a child. I've learned it's routine. Now, I place it in the line of it's creep, and when it passes (by itself) over the icon I desire to click on, I quickly pounce on the mouse-pad and double click with the dexterity and preciseness of a cat on the prowl.
Having this blog is an adjustment of sorts. I had a blog once before when I was in high school. All I can say is that to read it now makes me physically ill. Really, it's horrendous! I vowed that I would never again put my writing on the internet for others to peruse. It was too painful a to think of what they might think of my terrible free-writing. Here's where I've had to adjust. I'm essentially an English major. Meaning: I do a lot of writing and saving for my classes. Because of this fact, my poor little hard-drive is filling up quickly. I couldn't see writing journal entries and wasting hard-drive when I could simply entrust my many thoughts to the good people at Google. So here we are. Instant adjustment.
I don't think all adjustment is bad. Just take my story about the blog. I didn't yield to any kind of evil. All I did was make a choice on behalf of my computer. However, I think that sometimes I adjust to things out of laziness. Example, I've found the perfect spot on the couch while watching a movie. When it's over, I realize that before I situated myself in this comfortable position I forgot to bring the remote with me. The next movie coming on is something that I would really rather not watch, but the retrieval of the remote would require moving my body from this place of sweetness, ending the perfection forever. What do I do? I adjust. I choose one of a few options. Option 1: Look around my immediate vicinity for a creative way of getting the remote without having to move. Can I fashion a makeshift net out of my gum and that fuzzy blanket at my feet? Will my arm/leg reach it without me having to strain my muscles? Option 2: Just watch the crappy movie. Maybe it will be more enriching than you thought. Doubtful, but you don't have to move. Option 3: Fall asleep. Option 3 is generally the one I choose. It's the easiest, and, in my opinion, the most beneficial. And there, I've adjusted to the situation. It's a simple fact. We do adjust to everything.

Peace