You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake - Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club
Of course you're special! Everyone is special. Yes, yes, there is no one in the world quite like you. Just like everyone else.
I like to believe we are more the same than we are different. Some days you just have to believe it or you'll go postal.
We all think it's all about us. Well, you're wrong.
It's all about me.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Bask now - forage later.
I hate being late. I despise missing deadlines. It makes me physically ill.
I have a couple of these kind of problems.
I count stairs. Not all the time. But sometimes, I count stairs. I find it comforting. I don't do it aloud - that would be weird.
And I don't like to stop. If I am going somewhere it upsets me if I have to stop to get petrol, pee, pick something up, change trains, vomit. I particularly hate having to pick up groceries on the way home. I have been known to make a special trip before a special trip to get petrol.
But being late makes my palms sweat and I get all irrational. Everything else fades into the background except my tardiness. I must be on time. It's possible that I will even make bad decisions if it means I will make an appointment - like park somewhere naughty or run against a light.
Strangely, I don't care if you're late. I think it's because I am usually early - so waiting for someone is just a natural state of being for me. I'm probably awash in the glow of having been on time. Basking in my punctuality.
There are those in my life who I am sure like to torture me. They let me arrive somewhere on time and will make a last minute decision to go and forage somewhere since we have some time to spare. They don't understand. This is the time for basking - not foraging. We can forage when we get there.
Without stopping.
I have a couple of these kind of problems.
I count stairs. Not all the time. But sometimes, I count stairs. I find it comforting. I don't do it aloud - that would be weird.
And I don't like to stop. If I am going somewhere it upsets me if I have to stop to get petrol, pee, pick something up, change trains, vomit. I particularly hate having to pick up groceries on the way home. I have been known to make a special trip before a special trip to get petrol.
But being late makes my palms sweat and I get all irrational. Everything else fades into the background except my tardiness. I must be on time. It's possible that I will even make bad decisions if it means I will make an appointment - like park somewhere naughty or run against a light.
Strangely, I don't care if you're late. I think it's because I am usually early - so waiting for someone is just a natural state of being for me. I'm probably awash in the glow of having been on time. Basking in my punctuality.
There are those in my life who I am sure like to torture me. They let me arrive somewhere on time and will make a last minute decision to go and forage somewhere since we have some time to spare. They don't understand. This is the time for basking - not foraging. We can forage when we get there.
Without stopping.
Anchors aweigh!
I have a saucer. Very long story about where I got it . . . . and not really the point but . . . . I have a saucer.
It sits in my bathroom and at varying times it holds rings, watches, bobby pins, tablets, coins, tampons, buttons, things that fall off my clothing, items I find on the floor, my phone, my keys, things that haven't made it where they belong, pens, id cards, dust - lots of dust, nail clippers, tweezers and you get the idea.
It's a place for the bits of life that don't quite fit anywhere right now.
And now I have another saucer. For those bits of ideas that kind of tumble out and won't neatly file themselves away somewhere useful or planned.
I like to write. Read, not so much, but write: absolutely. I used to do it a lot. But I'm kind of lazy. I don't have it in me to write the great Australian novel. Gosh, I don't have it in me to read it! I like bits. I love telly. I have a short attention span and I like my clever in bite sized pieces.
Now, here I find my ideas flotsam and thoughts jetsam on the world wide web. And, because I love puns, it could well be my life saver. A place to drop anchor and deliver a shipment of 'me'ness.
Maybe my next post will be how I got that saucer.
It sits in my bathroom and at varying times it holds rings, watches, bobby pins, tablets, coins, tampons, buttons, things that fall off my clothing, items I find on the floor, my phone, my keys, things that haven't made it where they belong, pens, id cards, dust - lots of dust, nail clippers, tweezers and you get the idea.
It's a place for the bits of life that don't quite fit anywhere right now.
And now I have another saucer. For those bits of ideas that kind of tumble out and won't neatly file themselves away somewhere useful or planned.
I like to write. Read, not so much, but write: absolutely. I used to do it a lot. But I'm kind of lazy. I don't have it in me to write the great Australian novel. Gosh, I don't have it in me to read it! I like bits. I love telly. I have a short attention span and I like my clever in bite sized pieces.
Now, here I find my ideas flotsam and thoughts jetsam on the world wide web. And, because I love puns, it could well be my life saver. A place to drop anchor and deliver a shipment of 'me'ness.
Maybe my next post will be how I got that saucer.
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