Perfect
examples of turning a moment into a movement..
1
– Obvious lack of motivation. Try as I might I have fallen short of maintaining
the things I once loved (and still do on some level of consciousness). My
closet is a complete disaster. Once upon a time, all items were color
coordinated by style, and season, now it is a lump of a mess,a lump of a mess….
Yes I duplicated so you know that I am not exaggerating. My lovely shoes have
lost their home. Empty shoe boxes are thrown here, there, all over, existing
where they land in hopes of one day providing a home for a cute shoe. Journaling
use to be an all day daily occurrence, now my journal is lucky if I pick it up.
This really saddens me... its April my journal started in February. Blog, has
traveled far far away into the depths of my mind in hopes of being resurrected,
rescued and written. Whatever! The gym... what can I say other than it doesn’t
exist in my heart therefore my body has taken on a life of its own. My NOVEL...
has abandoned me. I forgot the plot so I need to start over. I don't need luck I got Jesus....
2
– I have totally forgotten the transition from childhood to teenager. The only
way I can describe it now that I have kids is it’s like Bruce Banner changing
into the Hulk. Their abilities are comparable…
- Regenerative healing – Sick one minute, completely healed the next when a party is mentioned
- High resistance to mind control – No longer listens to parents
- Vast leaping ability – Will dodge chores, and school work
-Teenagers/Hulk both have an emotional
and impulsive alter ego of withdrawing; this can sometimes be
described as depression however I much rather label it with subconsciously
CRAZY!
-The teenager/Hulk appears shortly
after he/she is accidentally exposed to the blast of hormonal changes that
shock their system into thinking they are grown
-Strong emotions such as anger, terror and grief are also
triggers for forcing the teenagers transformation into the Hulk. Which is
usually sets in upon hearing the word ‘NO’.
3
– Doggie blues. Why me??? I love animals more specifically dogs. Yet once they
reach the moment of self awareness, they lose me. Let me back this up into my
dog. Bleux Martini White is a mixed Pit/Lab (just guessing), grey coat with the
deep grey eyes. Very nice looking dog yet he has one major flaw ‘CHEWING’. Not
the normal chew and swallow but the excessive need to constantly chew any and
everything in his path. All things are chewable, which includes but not limited
to...
- Shoes no matter the name brand, price or quality
- Pillows
- Blankets
- Water bottles
- Video game cords
- Cell phone chargers
- Kitchen floor linoleum
- His leash
- The corner of the couch
- My grandmother table
- His tail
- Our feet
So
you see, he doesn’t discriminate on what to chew, its equal opportunity for all
things in his line of vision. I have come to dislike this dog, not because he is
a dog, he is doing what dogs do but because he has hypnotized the family into
thinking he is sweet and innocent thereby giving him second chances and get out
of cage free cards. Since I can can't stay mad at my family I am mad at Bleux.
4-
The Attic. Perfect book title. Needless
to say, there is nothing perfect about my attic. The thought of cleaning the
attic brings forth a rush of emotions ranging from happy, fear, mad and
failure, and not exactly in this order. Originally I put things up there until
I was able to make room in the house. It has been 5 years and that same stuff is still in
the attic, never been touched or thought about until now. Where the heck do I
begin? Please don’t laugh at my pain, there are cassette tapes, floppy disks,
school books, Barbie collectable dolls, clothes
that are keepers (but not), and other misc items that I can barely remember.
5-
Appliances. In this day and age, why oh why am I turning on my dryer with
pliers? My refrigerator shelves are being held in place by hangers, the stove
door doesn’t shut all the way therefore heat permeates the entire living space,
and the dishwasher has a mind of its own, sometimes it cleans the dishes and
sometimes it doesn’t. No comment needed, I am just sayin….
My
chaotic self in 5 paragraphs …
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