Laura took a bite of her dinner.
Mom always yelled at me to not bring books to the dinner table...
Laura smiled, pulled out her phone and started her latest audiobook.
Look Ma, no books!
Laura giggled to herself and continued eating.
Tag: #musings
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Who were your favorite and least favorite characters from this movie? And I’m talking about from the original animated Disney film, not the more recent live action version, which I haven’t seen. I ask because something I saw this morning reminded me of the croquet game they played, and of course, my mind spiraled down the proverbial rabbit hole, which is, actually, rather appropriate for this train of thought.
Anyway, I imagine a lot of women would say that when they were little girls, Alice was their favorite character, and maybe they changed their mind later in life, but I didn’t think that way. I was fascinated by the Cheshire Cat. He was always smiling, and seemed to speak in riddles. Why was he always smiling? And why couldn’t he just say whatever he wanted to say? He was, to me, a puzzle to solve. I would rewind the movie and watch the scenes with him over and over trying to figure it out.
My least favorite character was probably the Mad Hatter. He was mean to Alice, though in a different way than the Queen of Hearts. With her, you knew what to expect. He seemed nice at times, but other times was just rude and…. icky. I’m sure there’s a better word for it, but thinking about it from a childhood perspective, that’s all I can come up with. He made things confusing in a frustrating fashion, asking questions and never letting Alice answer, then getting mad when she got upset. I did, however, enjoy the idea of celebrating un-birthdays.
That’s all. Just a dose of Saturday randomness. Back to studying now!
Have a great weekend!
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I must admit, the ellipsis is one of my favorite forms of punctuation.
I use it often in my personal writing/journal, or in text messages. Less often in blogs and rarely in my professional writing. I believe it to be a very powerful tool in writing. It indicates missing words, or a pause (in thought, at least for me), and can entice readers to read on. To see what they are missing.
There is really no point to this, I just wanted to talk about the ellipsis, because I honestly think it is fabulous and underappreciated as a punctuation mark.
That is all. Carry on, and have a wonderful evening!
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I think we need some different words for “friend”.
A long time ago, a friend of mine, who I’ve since grown distant from, told me that the ancient Greeks had several words for love, to describe the different qualities of love that you have for someone. You love your significant other in one way, your grandmother in another, and yourself in yet another. There are actually 8 in total, and this includes the love that you have for yourself.
I think we need the same type of delineation for friends and/or friendship.
For example. There are friends that you have that you hang out with occasionally, share some details about your life with. There are friends that you have, say at work or at school, where you don’t really hang out, but you share the commonality of being at work or school together, and you hang out there, maybe commiserate a bit and share certain snippets of your life with them. Then, you have your close friends, who know a hell of a lot more than any of your other friends about you, your past, your current life. And then, you have that very close person, or maybe two people, who know everything and would do anything for you. They would give you money, no questions asked and with no expectation of repayment. They would watch (and you would trust them to watch) your kids or your pets. They would help you dispose of a body if you needed it, and then go out for drinks after like it was any other random Tuesday. Your true ride or die.
The only word we have in English for any of these people is “friend”, but some of them just barely meet the criteria, and others go above and beyond by lightyears. Why is it, then that we do not differentiate?
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How good are you at keeping secrets?
I can’t make a general statement about this because I am certainly not omniscient, and I don’t know what I don’t know. But.
I do know that there are people who love to gossip. Who can’t wait to share whatever interesting tid bit they found out, even if it’s not the whole story, and perhaps not even true. I also know that there are people who like to share all the details of their life, sometimes without regard for the interest of the audience in those details.
I heard a saying once, “Three can keep a secret if two of them are dead.”
The point is, if someone tells you anything overly personal or confidential in any way, and especially if they flat out tell you that it’s not public info or that they’ve told no one else, or very few people, you have an obligation (via the trust placed in you) to not say anything about it to anyone else. It is not your place to share because it’s not your information. There are, of course, exceptions. For example, if the person is planning to hurt themselves or others in any way, that’s a time to seriously consider breaching that trust. In fact, it’s the only time that I am aware of that a heath care provider can (and has the obligation to) breach patient confidentiality.
Everyone has their own secrets but not everyone can keep the secrets of others. How do you rate?
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I know there different people out there – morning people, night owls, those comfortably in the middle. I can, and have, adapted to all of these. I’ve worked overnights. I’ve worked overnights and a mid-shift day job. I’ve worked a 9-5. I’ve worked retail, and we all know that means that your schedule is different. Every. Fucking. Week.
Anyway. I have decided that my ideal schedule is that of a night owl. I function very well when the rest of the world is sleeping; dreaming without the threat of an alarm going off. When the creepy things are said to be out and about. When people are afraid for whatever reason. And I don’t know why that invigorates me, but it does. I am more creative, more passionate. That’s just how it is.
Now, I can function otherwise. I’m not someone who is locked into a routine. I am adaptable. But, I suppose that if my ideal method of functioning is that of a “night owl”, that kinda makes me nocturnal, doesn’t it?
I’m up later than I should be working on something I probably shouldn’t be, but I want to, and I’m writing this in the downtime, so yeah.
How cool would it be if society could/ would adapt to people’s internal clocks? For example, if I were a marketing person – executive or otherwise – what if the firm i work for said, “You’re a night person? Ok cool. We’ll have daily calls set in the afternoon for you to get clarity on projects, and then you can have the night to do your thing.”
And for the early bird? “Oh, you like to be up early? Great. we’ll schedule daily calls for you late morning to early afternoon, and your day can be done by 3pm.”
How awesome would that be?
Side note. capitalization is bullshit. sometimes. i prefer not to use it other than for names, honestly. i can tell where the start of a sentence is by the period from the last sentence.
and with that, i’m done. have a great night!
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Anyone who has, or has ever had, a dog has been subjected to this test, even if they don’t realize that’s what it’s called.
When you go anywhere unusual, are gone for longer than usual, or (especially) if you come home after being around other animals, your dog or dogs will sniff at your clothes, hands, face and hair with extreme interest. This includes pausing in areas where the foreign scent is strongest, pressing their nose into it to really get at it. This can go on for a minute or two, but in some cases, such as tonight, it can literally be a 20 minute ordeal.
This is the super sniff test, and is a requirement of being a dog owner.
I went to visit a friend of mine tonight and pick up some fresh venison while I was there. The meat, of course, was the primary interest, but once that was put away, it was my turn to essentially be interrogated. My friend has two dogs, one of them being a mastiff who loves attention and leaning on people.
This, of course led to lots of sniffing, some whining and a ton of reassurance from me. They don’t understand why you smell like another animal, so you have to remind them that you love them and they are your favorite. ❤️🐶
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I have come to realize that people are nice for different reasons.
Some people are nice simply out of adherence to social convention.
Some people are nice because they are manipulating you; they need or want something from you.
Some people are nice because they are just a nice person, and may even be a bit naive.
Some people are nice because they have walked through hell and fought demons every single day at some point in their lives, and perhaps still do. All the while, the world goes on as usual, expecting normal things from people in very abnormal circumstances.
The problem lies in the fact that you never truly know which category a person falls into, and you may never know. This is why it is important to always be kind, but also important to protect yourself. This may mean saying no if you need to, establishing boundaries, and so on. This may also mean not taking advantage of someone’s niceness, because you may not want to find out what the other side of that person looks like.
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My brain is a sponge living in a body with self-destructive/murderous tendencies.
I will elaborate.
I can learn just about anything pretty quickly, and love to do so. Hence, sponge. I also have an autoimmune condition which attacks and damages my brain. Hence, self-destructive/murderous tendencies.
Just a random, slightly fucked up, oddly funny thought that crossed my mind as I was getting ready to sleep, so I figured I’d share.
Have a great night!
A Peculiar Cerebral Tangle 