When I was little, it was a treasure and a delight for me to be able to stay up for 9:52 PM on my birthday each year… For me to be able to celebrate the exact time of my successful birth into this world.
Here I am, a few-ish decades later, wanting 9:52 PM to hurry up already, because I’m tired and want to go to bed, and I have been up since four this morning. 😂
Gotta love it (and I do!)!
Haha
Happy Birthday to me!!
Yippee!!❤
🤗🙏🐪
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Well, happy birthday to me, from irony!!
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Don’t drink your water, folks. 😛
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******Beware of bodily functions in this one******
As I prepared to get into the shower tonight, I suddenly found myself remembering certain silly instances in my childhood in which I would find myself jumping out of the shower to use the bathroom.
I remember how I would skip like crazy on the toilet seat, because I was soaking wet and hadn’t dried myself at all in those two steps it took to get from shower to toilet – I just had to poop so badly and so suddenly that it couldn’t wait another few minutes for me to finish showering.
It didn’t happen all that often, but it was definitely a regular occurrence for me – I remember it all so clearly, the times of being wet and on the toilet seat… and then having to figure out how to manage toilet paper when, again, my body was all wet…. I couldn’t even get it off the roll, because my hands were dripping with water!
I eventually learned to hop back and forth from foot to foot while drying the backs of my thighs and my hands, and then would turn to the toilet ASAP, still not always dry, but dry enough.
There was a definite art and timing to it all… and I have no idea why I couldn’t just go before I got in the shower…, but it is what it is, I guess… it was what it was, at any rate. 😛
Haha
Children are silly, I swear… 😀
And yes, I am fully aware that I am referring to myself, too, on this occasion… derr… haha
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Do you ever see yourself with someone so easily, you can’t seem to get it out of your head?
It goes on and on, for weeks and months, without your putting any effort into it – images and thoughts live a life of their own in which you and this person are living and loving life together…
And all these moments you are seeing, they aren’t big events or anything – no weddings or babies or anything like that… they are small, everyday interactions… a joke, a smile, a love slap of the leg, a tickle match, a wink, a look… a touch… all the normal, everyday things that show love so well…
You just feel like the two of you are like peanut butter and jelly, so easily and perfectly together in your sloppy deliciousness.
And it seems so easy, so real, it all just feels like a matter of time before it is real…
But then… it isn’t real, is it?
It is only in your mind.
…
But then, I just wonder, is it possibly in that person’s mind, too?
As I judge myself harshly, my answer is always a sturdy, “No,” but there’s always that little bit of doubt, formed from hope, that makes me smile at the possibility. 🙂
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And now I shall unbutton myself from this rainbow unicorn onesie, stumble carefully down the stairs to use the bathroom, climb back up quickly, and snuggle myself into my currently-chilly-but-soon-warm bed to fall quickly and fast asleep.
My letters for tomorrow (today, technically) are complete, and so I may sleep.
Goodnight, Moon, whichever direction you may be right now.
P.S. T-2 days to my birthday… Friday awaits!
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One man’s trash is another man’s treasure, they always said.
This morning at breakfast, I was very bummed when I asked if my food could possibly be heated, since it was served cold (and just tasted terrible cold), and I was informed first that it could be, but then told that the plate was being re-made… so wasteful…
When it was re-served only slightly warm and significantly worse made, I didn’t dare say anything about it, and instead just wrapped it up to take home for one of us to eat later, after we could warm it ourselves.
Tonight, we had some king cake after dinner, and it was far too dry for me to be interested in eating it beyond a couple bites or so.
But no one wanted to take it home to finish, and none of us had anyone at home with whom to share it anyway.
So, I was curious when I crossed a kind-looking man on a street corner during my drive home.
I rolled down my window, called out, asking him if he wanted some cake, and was delighted to see his face light up, and to hear him answer with a genuine and surprised, emphatic, “Yes!”
I handed him the box of a more than 3/4 king cake, and wished him well as he thanked me.
It made me want to go back and spend some time with the man, and I even felt bad that I didn’t give him water to go with the cake.
(I mean, it isn’t painfully dry or anything – I just really only like king cake when it is super moist on the inside.)
I considered bringing him water, actually, but then saw the absurdity of it, and left it for now… I don’t exactly have the money to be driving back and forth, anyway.
I also found myself thinking about the safety level of going and spending time with him – I often want to do this with people, homeless people typically, but have learned not so nicely that there are often chemical imbalances that can provide an unsafe environment for me if I were to go spend time with the homeless people around town… not always, but often enough to make me reconsider most of the time…, which kind of bums me out… also, I’m afraid of being stuck with really bad smells, which then sends me into a whole ‘nother level of looking for what I could do to help, and then having to manage keeping myself safe…
Anyway, the whole thing reminded me of how one of the most valuable things we have to offer in life is our attention.
People always say “time”, but I think they really mean “attention”.
I can give you an hour my time, but never once pay attention to you, versus give you ten minutes of full attention, and I think the latter will win every time for being the most appreciated.
Sure, things like laying bricks would prefer the former, but when it comes to people-to-people interactions, it is or attention that we all most desire and most need… it is through our conscious attention that we share the most love with others, not just our showing up.
Like someone said after a dance thing the other weekend – he noticed that I kept to myself and didn’t really talk with many people, but that I took genuine interest, asked real questions, and waited for real answers whenever I talked with him… I spent a lot of time on the room, making little impact on anyone, but ten minutes of talking with him directly had a huge impact on him.
I’ve kind of gone off the initial idea here, but I guess that’s how ideas work, anyway, always linking us to different connections, one after another, always and forever…
Which makes me think of brain storming… what a storm it is… debris flying every which way, leaving it difficult to find the origins of certain things, they fly so fast at times, and cross so many turns and twists in the system of the brain, in the storm…
I guess the biggest difference between a brain’s storming and nature’s storming is that the former usually gives us solutions, and the latter often gives us problems… haha… that’s funny… I’m going to continue thinking on brain storming…
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Ugh… I’m sitting here, all together to write out these letters, and I just can’t do it!
My belly hurts too much.
Well, it’s more of a discomfort than a hurt, but still it sucks(!).
I want to write these letters, I really, truly do…, and I can’t even focus on what I want to put into a single One of them, I’m just so uncomfortable sitting here.
Ugh(!)
(!!!)
I’ve got to ha dale this somehow, because tonight is the night to get here letters going…
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Tonight, I share what to me is a multi-layered comical message exchange between me and a girlfriend, from earlier tonight.
……..
D: They won’t leave 😭
H: They’ve been there over two hours, right?
Are you going to want to watch a movie still, or
just slowly go to bed a this pint?
Point*
D: Leaving in a few min, so it’s up to you!
H: Nah. I napped this afternoon, but I’m already
exhausted – I can feel it in my eyes. I started
my period yesterday, and it’s really draining
me today.
Ha. Literally.
D: Ok I’m probably going to go to bed too
H: I can’t even get myself to get up and go
shower, it seems like such a hassle
D: I have to make my bed before going to sleep
and I’m dreading it lol
I washed my sheets today lol
H: Uh. That just reminded me that my laundry
is in the dryer on the first floor. I have to
go outside to get it
I have no more clean socks
But that can wait for morning
Haha
[pause]
D: Lol why would someone die their dog pink?
H: Exactly
……
I laughed pretty hard at my discovery of my “literally” comment/statement, and it hurt my organs, and made me have to rush to the bathroom… gotta love the absurdity of our reproductive systems, right?
Haha 😛
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I feel sick.
To my stomach, I mean it.
I might just be exhausted, now that O think about it…
Yes… I went to bed at about 4:40am last night (this morning, technically, that is), and my alarm went off before 8:00am… that means I had barely three hours of sleep.
No wonder I’m exhausted and feeling sick to my stomach… and at 11:29pm, nonetheless!
Whew!
Glad I got that figured out… I hope I did, anyway…
Whatever the case, I’ve been daydreaming tonight, this evening… I am beginning to see opportunities in my struggles, and it might turn out wonderfully, if I can pull it off… let us just see…
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I recently discussed the idea of not disregarding people’s good works simply due to their faults.
For example, DSK was known as being an amazing politician who would be good for the country… he had an incident of something akin to harassing or groping – I really don’t remember, because that really wasn’t the point of any of the talk in France at the time – a chambermaid while he was visiting the US.
The world disclaimed him and wrote him off… yet he still had done amazing things for his people and his country.
DSK has been awesome, and he also did some not good works.
Doing one bad thing doesn’t make him bad always or at the core.
Fast-forward to tonight, when I found myself discovering that I had never fully evaluated the opposite, the inverse.
Just because someone does something good does not make him or her good always or at the core…
Sadly, I have had terrible, terrible people do very nice and kind and good things…
Also, I have had amazingly wonderful and good people do some really bad things…
The few bad or few good do not determine the person.
I’m not exactly sure at the moment what does make the person, other than what’s on the inside, and we just have to be able to judge that from interaction and not individual actions on the person’s part…, but I know a few acts of good or bad do not do it.
Perhaps, even, a million actions of either good or bad do not make the person.
So, then, it would have to be a ‘what’s on the inside’ kind of conversation, I think…
Yeah.
I’ve actually always felt that way about it, but I’m not sure I had ever put it into words.
Yes, our actions speak louder than words, but who we are speaks loudest, and that is in our presence – it is in our whole being, it is the energy that we each bring to the table of the game of life.
(Great game, by the way.)
So, yeah… that’s what came up strongly tonight… 😛
P.S. Yet again, I am going to bed only three and a half hours before my alarm must sound in the ‘morning’… ugh(!)…
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