Saturday, December 18, 2010
Deep down I do believe that Santa Claus is not a menace to society as stated by the lawyers on Miracle on 34th St. But why am I in such a funk. I've watched Christmas show after Christmas show hoping to get in the mood. I've played the holiday CDs and watched the twinkling lights. But today has really gotten to me. I made the mistake of going to the mall. My intentions were there. Really they were. I wasn't even going for myself. Old Navy was having a sale and the scarves were only $1.00. So I had this thought. I was going to get fifty scarves and take them to the local homeless shelter. I knew it wasn't going to ever be enough but it was something. Of course they were all out. But what got me the most was the people. I didn't hear people laughing. I didn't see people smiling, just hustling and bustling and shoving. They wouldn't even let me out of the dang parking lot of the store. People blocking the entrance and not giving an inch. Geez. Can we like back it up a notch and have a do over. I've got to get out of this funk. My house isn't decorated the way it normally is. There are no Christmas smells of cookies and cake baking. There are no lights blinking and other than seeing Kyle from Living Single singing on a commercial for Marshalls and TJ Maxx I haven't gotten many laughs. And I broke a finger nail.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
I'm not sure when it happened but it did. There has been a mixture of Invasion of the Body Snatchers, The Matrix and the Twilaght Zone. Over and over again the past couple of days I've encountered people who I had no idea what sex they were. Now, I don't mean sexual orientation, I mean, sex as in male-female, pe-we vs va-JJ. Twice today, once yesterday and I'm sue its happened before because if it hadn't it wouldn't have piqued my interest. People are beginning to look the same. There were no bumps on the chest to yell 'I'm a female.' There were not enough curves or they weren't flat enough to say 'I'm a guy,' either. The clothes are the same, jeans, basic shirts and jackets. No makeup, no facial expressions, no facial hair. The hair style was unisex as well and at least once the person spoke and the voice was flat and so monotone I honestly couldn't tell you. I'm married so I'm not looking, but how does one know who to approach and not get smacked or punched? What happens if you approach someone thinking you might be interested in them yet lo and behold its someone of the same sex and that was not what you were looking for. What do you do? Do you just say, "oh my bad," and call it a day. I don't know how this is going to affect my people watching and character sketches. I gather so much from just looking at people this is throwing me off. I'm afraid to ask, 'who are you and what pea pod did you hatch from but it may have to come to that.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
I've been hearing and reading a lot lately about relationships and what makes them work and how people can attach such qualifications onto what they want that they are blocking something good. I would have to agree. Now don't get me wrong. I recently read a question on FB that asked which would the woman prefer, a man who's good with his hands and can fix everything in the house, the car, the plumbing etc or a man who is good in bed. Why can't we have both. What's wrong with wanting a man who will be just as good in both places but even better and I think most would agree or I at least hope so, I believe we want a man who will treat us as equals not property. A man who will treat our hearts like his soul, charish it like platinum and gold. After all, who wants CZ when we can have diamonds. And it goes both ways, your king to my queen, right. We are not trying to wear the pants just because we might make more money. If your partner makes 60k and you make 49 doesn't that equate out to 109. It did where i went to school. Sometimes we forget the basics of happiness. I'm not sure if love conquers all but it certainly puts a dent in it, wouldn't you say. We recently had this same conversation at work because one of the nurses made the statement that she didn't like dark skinned black men. She couldn't tell us why. I told her to watch what she asked for, the light skinned man can be just as ugly as the next. I remember once, way back when I was single and had just broken up with someone after two and a half years. I prayed for an attentive man, because the one I'd had was more interested in sports and his buddies than with me. What I got was a stalker want-a-be. Another girlfriend only wanted a tall man. After all she was six feet tall. She ended up in a wheelchair. Now every man is taller. So, what I'm saying is, and I mean men and woman, we've got to stop putting labels on everything and look for the good, look beyond what you have on the must have list. That person might not be the tallest, the thinnest, the longest or best hair, but I bet if that person is who you are supposed to have it will be the best thing you've ever had. And hey, wouldn't you say if a man is good with his hands outside of the bedroom, he'd certainly be good with them inside the bedroom. We can only hope.
Why is it so hard for businesses like Sears to not call my house on a Sunday after noon. Now today is the third Sunday in a row that these people have called my house to ask if we want to extend the warrenty on the washer and TV we purchased. What I would like to extend is my foot into a not so pleasant place but given its Sunday, I'm gonna be good. Now it would be one thing if I hadn't already told them three weeks ago to not call me on Sunday. But Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday have gone by and not a single phone call. Sunday again and here they go, ringing my house, desturbing my relaxing time. If I wanted to do business today, I'd be on the computer writing, editing or doing that dang synopsis I've been seriously procrastinating with. Maybe that's it. Sears thinks if it calls it will get me in the work mode and I'd do some. I don't think so. Thats just not gonna work today.