Life is beautiful…unless you’re this discarded half applicated tampon surrounded by cig butts never getting to serve your purpose…
But wait: If your purpose were the same as a tampon then I think being discarded in a parking lot is BETTER…at least the view is better and there’s fresh air. PERSPECTIVE!
~ Kiddo
Krazy Konversations with Kiddo: Last night someone asked me if I thought that people thought that I was crazy.
I clarified “Do I think that people think that I’M crazy?”
*Nod*
“Well if they don’t then they haven’t been paying attention.” I chuckled then continued “I’m good crazy though. Like fun and whacky and just love the beauty of the world around me so much that it makes me NUTS…but in a good way. I also may be considered crazy in other ways but I’m not bad crazy like Charles Manson or The Zodiac Killer. I’m passionate”
“It’s true you’re crazy in those ways but you’re just keeping the bad crazy under control. You’re good at everything you do and you definitely have the potential to be the baddest of the bad crazies ever. Passionate is a good word to describe you and it’s possible to be passionate in bad behaviour too. You’re the craziest person I know and I would not want to be on your bad side”
“Errr, thanks…I think. So I guess it’s a good thing that I choose not to let people get on my bad side. I know better than to let the “bad crazy” out to play.
“You have the most creative dark conversations though. You’re definitely a psychpath. You should write a book with a crazy antagonist and a crazy protagonist because you see things from both points of view. I would love to read it”
“Okay that’s another book to put on my list of books I should write. This one will be called Kiddo Krazy and it will be dedicated to you.”
“Okay our time is up. You’ll be taken back to the rec room now”
“Ha ha…you better watch it or that book might become nonfiction”
Reflections with Kiddo
#kiddokrazy #nofilter #bathroomfaucet #dontneedanappforthat
Sometimes we just need to allow ourselves the luxury of staying in bed at home all weekend. Sometimes I get stuck in the cycle of accepting people’s invitations just to prove to them and to myself that I’m okay. I don’t like pretending but usually the “fake it until you make it” approach actually works. I also have a sneaking suspicion that if I bench myself that Unis will see no reason to keep me in the game. I don’t want to stop getting invitations to dinners, game nights or drinks on the patio but I also want to stay home for one three day weekend without it being a game changer. Why can’t I do laundry, clean house, get caught up on Ellen and have deep conversations with my teens while not being entirely sober for a few days without feeling like I’m obligated to prove to Unis that I’m still worthy to recieve invitations for late night drinks or afternoon matinees. I don’t really desire to hang out with anyone this weekend but don’t want to risk being benched indefinitely. It could so easily get to the point of no return. I want to keep my options open. If I were in a long term relationship it would be different…at least then I would have someone to stay home with without being benched. Why should I have to show Unis that I truly appreciate each invite by accepting it…..I DO appreciate the invitations but just don’t feel like putting on my public happy face. I’m happy right now just being home with my boys and trying to get caught up on lesson plans and laundry while wearing any face I want. Mostly, I just want to slow down time to make this three day weekend stretch indefinitely 🙂
Lol Unis! I was in the shower and Pandora was playing and then the song changed and I sang along changing the “he’s” to “she’s” of course…
“Have you heard about the lonesome loser
Beaten by the queen of hearts every time
Have you heard about the lonesome loser
she’s a loser, but she still keeps on tryin’
Unlucky in love, least that’s what they say
She lost her head and she gambled her heart away
She still keeps searching though there’s nothing left
Staked her heart and lost, now she has to pay the cost”
..and then I said “yeah Beeyotch! Let me introduce myself” and laughed my carefree ‘I don’t give a damn’ laugh then shaved my legs even though no one will ever notice.
I half expected Alone Again, Naturally to come on next but Unis dropped that ball
Random almost audible quotes from in my head tonight
  “My girlfriend’s stairs were nearly my downfall” …. (“Seriously,” I just almost audibly thought )
SELF-proclaimmmmed “World’s Greatest Gourmet Sandwich” (and I got it with the delightfully exotic bread substitute LETTUCE. And still.)
“Mutha Fuckin Sonovabitch….why the FUUUCK would they change the color scheme in the android messaging app to fuckin’ orange?! It was PERFECT with the blue tones now we got ‘Google oraNGE!?!?! What genius subjects us to this?!” (That’s a self-proclaimed ‘paraphrase’)
“Fuck” (EXACT quote)
I got this book as a gift from my girlfriend. Everytime I pick it up to do a puzzle I think that the picture on the front is a happy bowl of ramen noodles. Didn’t really think anything about that odd fact until today. I wondered why a bowl of ramen was on the cover of a brain teaser book because that’s not even brain food. Then I had my “ah ha DOH!” moment. I feel like I failed the puzzle book on something that’s not even meant to be a puzzle!
seeking solace in the horizon of life and beyond
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