Solving Problems With Logic and Reason: Deworming Demystified and Line Cutters Cut Down

The following paragraph outlines a personal crisis concerning deworming, but glosses over a more serious  personal crisis about a lack of my very own basset hound. If you would like to help remedy this crisis, please feel free to contact me or drop off a basset hound at my current residence. Anyhow, During one of my daily glances through Eventing Nation, I saw a link to what promised to be a great book on deworming your horse. Overcome by giddy excitement, (at avoiding LSAT studying for a few more minutes) and having just given dewormer to my own horses,  I of course clicked immediately on the link, which led me to a review of a 200+ page book about how the rotational worming system you use on your horse is wrong, inadequate, and harmful to our future ability to protect our horses against parasites. Sometimes science is a serious debbie downer. 2 feelings immediately came  through 1. I wish I hadn't clicked on the link, after all,  horses have managed with traditional deworming systems just fine for decades, followed by 2. Ok maybe its not that bad. All I have to do is call out the vet, do a very easy test and probably buy dewormer a lot less often in the future, as "evidence based deworming" protects against the parasites your individual horse is most susceptible to.  Logically this doesn't seem that bad, but because I hate change of all kind, unless it involves the arrival of fall drinks at Starbucks, an increase of basset hounds in any area of life or red and navy accesories for my horse, this newfangled worming system seemed downright horrible. Call the vet??!! Wait for the vet to come out?!?! Wait for them to call you back?! Decide what deworming product to use?  I felt quickly overwhelmed  by the situation at hand. (You would too, just say the words call, wait, and decide, in rapid succession until they stop making sense. Welcome to a dysfunctional brain process) Quickly remembering a new trick I learned from a recent read, The Happiness Project, I decided to stop overeacting and address the problem: I don't have a basset hound. Then remembering to stay focused, I addressed the actual problem related to deworming: I hate change and am skeptical of most things "new". Then I found the obvious solution: I  don't need to read this book or stress about it, I can simply call the vet and discuss what to do. Then I forced myself to admit, I have a phone, I have a voice, I have all the tools to solve this problem. Phone plus voice equals deworming problem solved bam. (That one little sentence could have been the whole blog entry, but instead I made deworming a huge long paragraph, and I think that makes my problem and solution seem a whole lot more legitimate and worthy of panic mode)
Besides deworming depression, my horses are doing great, but don't worry there are many other problems to write about and a whole paragraph out there waiting to be put onto the page.
Problem 2: People in Ocala have identified me as a prime candidate for cutting in line. I do not mean I look like I would cut someone else, oh no, what I mean is that apparantly people see me and think, YES that girl LOVES when people cut in front of her and I am ready to make her day! First was Christy Cut in Line at Advance Auto Parts. I'm standing there with my bottle of oil for Ben "the slow oil leak" benz, and the man behind me starts telling me about his racehorses and his dislike of warmbloods. So I turn around to respond and that's when Christy (I don't know her name she just looked like a Christy) makes her move, darting in front of me with her sneakers (perfectly made for rapid darting) and her too short khakis (perfectly made for being too short) and placing her merchandise on the counter. I could have made my own rapid response move, along the lines of "Excuse me Christy Cut in Line, you just cut me in line" or "See this easily unscrewed high mileage engine oil, which might easily splash open at any moment? Yeah I would get behind me if I were you" (Too far?) but I knew that she knew exactly what she was doing and I wasn't going to waste my time making a scene when Christy had  bigger problems on her hands. Rather, on her legs, and I'm talking about her khakis. Buy the right size Christy! Knowing I wouldn't be able to address the cutting issue without a fashion intervention, I remained silent and let things take their course.  At least until the next day when it happened again! And this time I said, "I mean it Christy, we've all had enough, you need new pants." Except it wasn't Christy at all, it was an old lady at Dish, and all I wanted was a bread pudding and I was first in line,(in fact I was the entire line) but suddenly she nudged her way in front of me at the counter, saying "I'm sorry I just need to pay" .... what she meant was, "I have incredible ninja skills and even though you were standing by yourself at the counter I saw airspace and dodged in, using my old lady charm and apologetic excuses to leave you standing in awe while I cut you in line. Afterwards, she said "Thank you" Not only was she going to cut me in line, she was going to thank me for it. "Thank you for leaving 6 inches of prime old lady size space in front of you, that was really generous." That, to paraphrase, is what she said. So if you see me  putting up a barrier fence around myself or standing uncomfortably close to the person in front of me, it's because I will no longer stand to be stood in front of, cut off, apologized to, as I am boldy reduced of my place in line, privy to short pants and apologizing retirees. No more.  Thanks to a barrier fence plus eliminating 3 feet of personal space rule (who needs it right?) my line problem solved. bam.
-As an aside, I want to acknowledge situations where its unclear who was there first (lines with multiple strands, for instance at CVS when people congregate in clumps vaguely near the register. Faced with this sort of dillemma, I courteously allow other people to pass in front of me, due to my excellent manners and personal relationship skills, skills which Christy and Nameless Lady could benefit from implementing) Well I guess its time to get back to the new manners manuel I'm writing, "A guide to khakis for the clueless and considering others before yourself"*
* Considering others in line when they are literally before you as in
**In front of you.