LDS General Conference weekend. It has made me crazy ever six months for several years. Maybe my whole life, since I don't remember my whole life, it's hard to say.
This weekend came, and I forgot about it. I didn't know it was coming. They ended rehearsal early (so those that wanted to, could get home to watch), and that was the first I'd paid attention to it.
Last year, I went camping at Great Basin National Park... It was cold and snowy, but at least there was no TV available. Six months ago, I went to visit my mom, "Don't worry. We'll turn it off while you're here." (yes. she said that. She wanted me to come visit. She's awesome.) And then Sunday, I sat at home feeling sorry for myself.
Today, I'm feeling good. I didn't think about it. I don't feel crazy. I'm sure I'll hear if anything really cool or really outlandish is said. It's finally getting to where I have changed myself enough that I don't care. It feels really good.