I guess I’m stressed.
Last night at dinner a nervous tic cropped up that I haven’t had for years. You see, I’ve got this odd little problem with knives. I don’t like having them pointed in my direction.
I know that seems more like a survival trait than a nervous tic, but for me it gets really silly. If I’m at dinner, I’ll sit so that I’m not directly opposite anyone’s silverware. In extreme cases, I’ll reach across the table and move someone’s knife so that it’s not pointing at me.
Yeah. Really classy.
Anyway, Monday night my Wife and I went out for dinner and got talking about the Smithees and the various show prep and work we’ve got coming up in the next few weeks. And in the middle of it, I guess I noticed that her knife was lying on the table and pointed in my direction. Without even realizing it, I casually leaned over and tapped the edge of the blade, turning it so that the point was aiming at the wall.
I haven’t done this for years. Having it crop up again is a total red flag that there’s too much stress percolating in my mind.