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Contemplative Contemplations

I recently performed the funeral for a wonderful friend.  Less than two weeks earlier I had performed his daughter’s wedding. So this has been an extremely emotionally month to say the least.  It is never easy to say “goodbye” to a friend.  How does one do that and remain sane?

You never say “goodbye” to a true friend.  They are part of you and they have touched your life in ways you never realize until you see their personality spring forth from yours or you see their family as yours or you notice things you do as being things you picked up from them.

It is never easy to say “fare thee well” to a friend. But it did spark my mind and heart to think. My friend was never one to be considered “religious” because of the sheer callousness reputation of “religious” people.  We had many chances to discuss the matter and we were in complete agreement: “Religious” people are complete assholes!  The whole concept of “What Would Jesus Do?” is answered in a simple “Probably Not What You Think.”  Jesus was NOT afraid to meet people where they were. He went TO the people, He never waited for people to come to Him.  He was NOT afraid to be seen with people the “religious” thought to be inferior.  He did not hide His disdain for the “religious” and wasn’t afraid to call them what they were: “Bunch of SNAKES.”

It is never easy to say “fare thee well” to a friend.  It is never easy to discuss the end of life with someone. But it IS worth the emotional pain to know they are at peace.

Just as a matter of note: when my time comes…I want this to be played on a loop at my memorial: Memorial Music

 

 

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There’s Something To Be Said For…

Introvert CoffeeI like quiet. It helps me recharge and re-energize. I am an Introvert, you see, and lots of input is overwhelming, thus causing me to seek refuge in some less eventful locale.  My job requires interaction.  I enjoy the interaction but will seek out my happy quiet between appointments. And here begins this tale…

While sitting in my happy place, which shall remain nameless at present, I was delighting in a good book just downloaded to my tablet and a cup of coffee.  The low background noises from the other side of the shop we distracting, but tolerable.  As I delved deeper into my book, my focus became sharper and the invisible walls of the introverted mind formed. I was zeroing in on my euphoric place.

It was at this moment that HE came bursting into the shoppe with three screeching children (triplets of less than 6 years of age), his cellphone glued to his ear while he carried on a loud conversation with his wife or girlfriend (he repeated used the phrases “Sweetheart” and “Love You”) during which he was:

  1. Trying to carry on his phone conversation
  2. Fussing at the children, finally giving up and letting them rampage at will
  3. Place an order because “Daddy needs a break.”
  4. Trying to wrangle his herd of munchkins by yelling the question “What do you want for a treat? A cookie? You want a cookie? What kind of cookie? Oh you want cake? What kind of cake?”

By the time the third child FINALLY decided what treat he wanted, many of the patrons had made their abrupt exit and several of those who had entered after this gaggle had made entrance, had decided on a different venue.

During this entire event, the cellphone never left his ear and the conversation never ceased.  When he received his order, Daddy further exacerbated the situation by making other demands on the cashier (may I have this cookie warmed and this one cut, not broken, into fourths, and may I have 4 ones, 3 quarters, 2 dimes and a nickle instead of the 5?) all the while yelling instructions to his trio and talking to “sweetheart.”

Thinking (hoping) this was merely an anomaly and this group would take their order up the road to the playground/picnic area, those of us who had been enjoying the now reminiscent quiet, dug in waiting for their exit. Such was not the case. Daddy brought his cloud of loud into the seating area, sighed heavily, flopped in a chair, and told the children to “shoosh” “quiet down” and “please let Daddy have a break.”

In was at this point when Daddy thought it would be a good idea to engage those of the remaining patrons in a loud game of 20 questions.

“Whatcha reading there Pardner?”

“Why ya’ll being so quiet? Did we scare you?”

“If you think you have enough life insurance, you are dead WRONG! (insert beginning of sales pitch here)”

By this point I, and many of the remnant, had had enough and were packing up to find solace elsewhere when Olive, a tiny grandmotherly type, snapped her book closed and turned to address the man.  She smiled warmly and said, “Young man, did you know there is a playground just a block up the road?”

Daddy’s reply astounded all of us, “Yeah, but that’s too open and loud. Can’t concentrate there.” This was followed by vain attempts to get his young charges to lower their volume below ear-piercing.

Olive tried once again to be polite, “Sir, you have very energetic and rambunctious offspring. They need a place where they can expend their energies…like the playground.”

Daddy was either completely oblivious or determined to be rude, because he informed Olive that he had every RIGHT to be in the shop and his kids had every RIGHT to do whatever they wanted whenever they wanted because this is AMERICA, after all, and we are free!”

Sweet Olive, stood up, toddled over to the man, looked his square in the eyes and said, “Young man, may I have one of your business cards?” Daddy gave her his card thinking he was going to sell this sweet older lady a load of life insurance. Olive took the card, put it in her purse, and said, “My father, my husband and my two sons fought and died so you could have the freedoms you throw around so selfishly. But you see, I also have a freedom and LOTS of friends.  So I will be exercising MY right and freedom to tell everyone I know about your behavior and complete disregard for others. I will be sharing your business card with them, and we will be contacting the company to inform them of your lack of respect, and telling them we will not be purchasing any of their products or services if you are the example of their representative.”  With that, Olive toddled back gathered her belongings and left.

I wish I could say that Daddy got the hint, but sadly when I left after another half hour of trying to concentrate, he was still loud, proud, and chasing off business from what was once an introvert’s haven.

 

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I Was Turned Into A Newt…But I Got Better

Good afternoon.  I realize it’s been a while since last I let loose the gerbils of my mind for some fresh air, so whilst they are having a romp about, you are stuck with me.

 Gerbils on a Bender

When you stop laughing and start breathing, we can continue…..

 

Here’s a gasper for you, a realization that slapped me awake faster than my morning coffee: I’m not perfect!  Give that a moment to sink in and the screaming of disbelief to subside.

 

It’s true though. I am in no way perfect, or invincible, or “good enough” by any standard.  But guess what? I don’t care!  I’m not here to impress anyone, smug though that may sound, it is, nonetheless, the truth.  I am rather an introvert, not given much in the way of “chatting” or small talk. As a matter of fact, I am a contemplative by nature, preferring to ponder and consider and observe.  That moment when you pick your underwear out of your butt and thought no one saw, you were seen by a contemplative.  I’m the person in the car next to you cringing while you attempt to sing the high part on Bohemian Rhapsody (and let you get well ahead of me in traffic so I no longer have to hear it).

 

But for most of my life, I dealt with Atelophobia.  I believe most of us have to some degree, and many still face it every day.  Atelophobia, for those who haven’t looked it up by now, is the fear of being “imperfect or not good enough.”  In a world that demands perfection, it’s difficult not to have this phobia. Thank goodness for airbrushing photos, photoshop, masks, and darkness (those who have photos of me are thankful for these).

 

But here’s the part I like best: I no longer care.  I have FINALLY reached the point in life where I no longer give a rat’s dinkle if I “measure up” or have reached “this tall so I can ride this ride.” Why? Because it is much easier to be who I am than pretend to be what someone else expects of me. 

 

I sing badly, so I sing where no one can hear me (i.e. in the shower where the acoustics are fabulous).  I dance like a one legged frog on a hot pavement, so what? If that bothers you, don’t watch me.  I’m not a good conversationalist until we get to know each other, so feel free to inquire and let’s get to know each other.

 I Am SEXY

When you look in the mirror, do you see someone trying to be what others expect you to be or do you see the wonderful gift that is YOU? So….Am I “good enough”? No! I am so much more than merely “good enough,” I am ME and I enjoy it!

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There Has Obviously Been Some Mistake…

I’ve almost reached the point where I no longer bother to read the “news” anymore.  Why? Because of all the detritus, flotsam, and various other forms of refuse. 

“Amanda Bynes Appears In Court Again” – This is news HOW? Millions of people appear in court for all sorts of reasons every single day, why is this person any different?  Because she’s a “celebrity”? Does that mean she’s so much better than the rest of the population that people hang on her every move? It’s Lindsay NoBrain all over again.

My apologies to all who enjoy the doings of the royals, but the birth of a child happens many times all over the world every minute. Why is this particular child so special? Because he’s a “royal”? Tell you what, when the “royals” are able to live without breathing, that will be cause for attention. Aside from that, they are people just like the rest of us.

Here are a few other topics I don’t care about:

  • What a “celeb” wears to some event. Don’t care!
  • What the Kardashian’s are doing, saying, screwing, doing. Don’t care!
  • Who is engaged, sleeping with, married to or divorcing. Don’t care!
  • The latest “get rich quick” or “weight loss quick” secret. DON’T CARE!
  • The fastest production car. DO NOT CARE! In rush hour, it won’t make a difference.
  • Who gets the most “likes.” Guess what? I CARE NOT!

Let me put it as simply as I know how…unless it vastly improves my life or the lives of my family…

Who CaresBut that’s just my two cents worth…not that anyone cares.

 

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Days Like This……

Normally, when we hear (or read) such phrases we tend to picture this:

Kitteh Soggy

However, not all days are bad.  And simply because we say there are “Days Like This” doesn’t make it a regrettable 24 hours.  Our minds tend to swing to the negative.  It’s in our DNA and it’s just how we are.  If you say you don’t….congratulations, you’ve just proven my point.  Having said that, every single day is a “Day Like This” because, after all, we are living one.  Each day is unique to us because we’ve never lived this particular day as yet, so it’s rather obvious that we’ve had days LIKE this because they may be similar.  But similarity doesn’t always mean bad.

Hence, some days like this might even be something like this:

Kitteh Spa

So whatever sort of day you’re having…….dig through your hamper, closet, or wherever you happen to keep your clothing and say:

Sassy Pants

 

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We Are NOT Alone!

Our Paths Cross Others, What Will You Do When That Happens?

We are not alone!  Take that as you will.  You may find that statement comforting.  You may find that statement terrifying.  But the truth is the truth, we are not alone!

How do I know?  There are over 7 billion of us muddling about on this spinning marble.  Don’t believe me? Get in traffic!  Go to just about any place where there’s food or coffee and see if you are alone. 

Yet sometimes we try to act like we are alone. And we always seem to be in a hurry. We rush about like ants at a sugar mill, and have the nerve to be surprised when someone comes across our path that we can help, or that can help us.  With so many people scurrying about, we should be more surprised that we aren’t smacking into one another like bumper cars.

The paths of our lives are woven together like a delicate spider web, on purpose.  Our lives are interconnected for a reason.  Believe it or not, there are people out there who have gone through, or are going through, something very similar to your life (even as you read this).  Chances are at some point, your life with intersect with theirs.  At that intersection, you get to decide to help them, be helped by them, or pretend they don’t exist.

Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with having some down time, but we are here together, might as make the most of our time.   

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