How much good could $850,000 USD have done, in any community, or towards some other pressing social or economic endeavor. And this is one incident. Representative of a much larger problem.
Even if this were still illegal, but at least DECRIMINALIZED, think of the amount of resources we could save.
We are really crazy, as people.
I am a hairy person.
When I shave, I have to shave pretty high up on my cheekbones.
My hair is thick and course, but light brown to blond in color, so it doesn’t show up as obviously (like a 5 o’clock shadow).
I have hair all over (except my tongue). And my eyeballs. OK, there are several places… (this is the TRUTH after all, right?)
I have started to notice hair growing in my ears.
I don’t know what to do about this. Except trim it.
I used to wear my hair long (and it would curl) but one day I cut it short, and have never been able to grow it out since.
I’d go bald if I could get away with it. Maybe I’ll try it one day.
I hate having facial hair.
I hate not having facial hair just a little worse. So, I keep it trimmed.
I’d be OK with going totally hairless, except for maybe my eyebrows. I like those OK.
This turned out to be all about hair. Sorry about that.
Talk about a hairy post. Ugh.
I looked for love in all the right places. Once.
I will get paid tomorrow, and I still have 2 dollars. I’ve got several hours left to spend it. I’m not sure how I’d feel if I got my next paycheck and I wasn’t totally broke.
I lost my bathroom window today. (Long story. Didn’t actually “lose” it. I know where it is. All 864 pieces of it.)
By the time I had the tool and materials needed to patch things up, I was down to my last 2 dollars. Literally.
And, the repair job (I’ll call it that, because that sounds more professional than the 3rd grade level “arts and crafts” session that I just experienced) is very flimsy. Let’s just say, we better not sneeze while taking a shower, or we’ll be taking a shower in the front yard, for the neighbors.
On the bright side: I get paid tomorrow.
- Similar interests or views helps to start a conversation, although
- Different opinions usually make for better conversations, especially if people are willing to entertain differing views without getting defensive about proving or justifying their own, so I guess this one is about being open minded and tolerant.
- Being polite. I’m not looking for miss manners, or mr. nice guy, but, I do know people who are too talkative, and I can’t get a word in edgewise, or people who are always negative and who always degrade others… I like people who are nice to other people. That old saying about how your date treats your waiter, or how someone treats a person who can do nothing for them in return… these actions reveal a person’s true character. Kindness is a quality that I cherish in others.
- Honesty. This fourth one just wrote itself, sorry… but, considering friends, those people who will be honest with you, about themselves, or about what they think of you, are most reliable, and can really help you as a person. I’d want to know if I had mustard on my shirt, or spinach in my teeth, or was codependent, or psychotic or something. I depend on my friends to tell me these things. All too often. Just kidding.
the good news people?
It’s Saturday. That is pretty good.
No work, no children’s activities.
I think I will wage war on any pests I find in my kitchen today.
Or die trying.
(I really don’t expect to die today.)
I was in the car yesterday afternoon, and a commercial came on that was loud whispering. It was the flu talking, and I was enraptured for a full 30 seconds or so, until I realized that I was enraptured.
Then I was disgusted (that I would succumb to the jedi mind tricks of a radio ad).
Then I was impressed that what they did worked so well, to capture my attention like that. Darn clever advertisers.
I did change the station as soon as I realized that I was listening to commercials though. Of course.
(This is long. If you don’t read all of it, it just says that life is kind of cool.)
When I was a kid, I secretly believed that I was at least 2 years older than my parents were letting on. I never confronted them, knowing that if it were true, they would be forced to deny it. I wondered if my origin was shrouded in conspiracy, and sometimes felt that when I walked into a room (of total strangers) that everyone knew me and was playing a part. They all would pretend not to know me, and not to even pay attention to me, but I could feel, from the corners of their eyes and minds, that they were acutely aware of my every move.
I know this is just childhood silliness/paranoia/imagination running wild, etc.
But, even when I would go play out in the woods, alone, the birds would call my name as they flew by (most people would assume they were saying “caw” but I knew they were saying “scott”).
I know. Stark raving mad, right? (I knew this then, which is also why I never mentioned it to ANYONE. EVER.) :)
I had a tonsillectomy when I was 5. My adenoids were swollen, and when they removed all of it, it left a gap in the back of my throat that my soft pallet didn’t quite reach. I had a slight nasally speech impediment. It faded through the years, but you can still hear it when I talk, especially if I’m tired.
I went to speech therapy for several years, in elementary school, to try and strengthen my soft pallet, and they even made a special retainer for me, to help lift my soft pallet.
I remember my mom taking me into the heart of the medical center, downtown Houston, to be fitted for the retainer. They cast my teeth, then cast the cast (to make a positive model of my mouth), then they manufactured the retainer.
The doctors and scientists were very friendly to me, and took me in the back, and everywhere, so that I could watch the process and see how everything worked.
I had dozens of full head x-rays during this time, over weeks and months, for a year or two. Not just of my mouth, but of my entire head. Every time.
I remember, thinking back on it in later years, that this was a little odd, and it added to my conspiracy theory that there was something secretly different or special about me.
I knew, on some level, that it was all just mental fantasy, and I didn’t really dwell on it, and it didn’t affect my behavior or life in any way… but, it was in the back of my thoughts from time to time.
I was always a little shy and self conscious with the whole speech impediment thing, and tried extra hard to prove myself to be smart and funny. I had many friends, and to this day, I get along with everybody. Maybe to a fault. I avoid confrontation. To a fault.
I can remember several occasions when my mother took me along with her, me not really understanding the context, but when I was in second grade, I remember sitting in a fourth grade class while my mom gave some sort of lecture or presentation about something (she wasn’t a teacher, but she had been a missionary, and was possibly talking about those experiences?). I remember paying careful attention to the entire class though, and understanding the math homework, and thinking to myself “maybe I could make it in the fourth grade?”
Some years later, something similar happened when I sat in on a college class, and I remember thinking that maybe I really was older than they were telling me, and maybe they were seeing if I could handle the higher classes or something.
I also hit puberty ahead of most of my peers. Much to my delight.
As an adult, I have never felt my age. I have felt younger than my age. Even today, when people find out I have 4 kids, the oldest being 22, they can’t believe it. I can’t either, actually. Besides wondering where the time went and all that, I really don’t FEEL 45 years old. Don’t really act it either.
So, I’ve decided that time, age and other things that we allow to define us are, in some part, subjective. Much of what we experience is (subjective). If we will realize it. Our perspectives, for sure. Attitudes. Definitely.
Somehow, I got the “feeling” (not knowledge, not facts) that “everyone” knows me, and that I am special. Maybe all kids feel this, on some level? I have no idea.
Now, I know you all already know about me posting this. You obviously have been briefed. So, you can now pretend to read it and act surprised or whatever… as if you’ve never heard of all this. We’ll continue to play along, you and I.
I was watching a video clip online this morning, and while it was playing, I was finishing my smoothie, and grabbed my vitamins.
By the time I had gotten the vitamins, and was in the process of taking them, the video reached the end of the clip.
I had like several seconds (or hours? not really sure) of complete limbo for my eyes and ears while I finished swallowing the vitamin.
It was like a miniature withdrawal from life itself, just for a moment.
I was appalled.
As soon as I recovered, and regained the use of my right hand, I was able to click and scroll, so life was good once more.
Just a brief extra moment of just sitting around.
It nearly killed me.
I work really hard to be laid back.
I’m actually a type A personality… but, you might never know it if you were to hang out with me. I come across as very laid back.
But, it’s a facade.
Just when I thought I’d figured all of it out, and that I’d done my genetic duty to the human race, and I was pretty much done… NOPE. More learning. More self discovery. More growing. It’s ridiculous, but delicious. Life is a crazy adventure, and I’ve got it by the horns and can’t let go!