It’s been an up and down kind of month. I think this is normal. I have highs and lows. That’s normal, right? To know that I have much about which I could bitch, but to remember and acknowledge that there are others in the world so worse off that my petty I hate my hair feelings deserve a Will Smith to crazy kissing reporter-like backslap? It has to be normal.
I mean beyond the ordinary I hate my job, maybe it’s PMS, naps are needed in the workplace kind of ordinary.
It is the routine, I think. And bills (how do those bastards keep finding me?). It’s worrying about mundane crap. It’s society and crying babies and why are the avocados so mushy so fast and dryer sheets that say unscented should actually be sans odor and why do they keep making scented feminine hygiene products if they’re supposed to be bad for our feminine, um, parts?
I took this picture in my bathroom on Mother’s Day. I don’t know what had made me sad. Was it the fact that outside of hello I hadn’t exchanged words with my mother? Was it that I thought everyone hated the greens but no one wanted to say so? Was it that it was Sunday and getting late and I hadn’t done anyone’s hair, let alone my own (see picture above where I dare 1976 to say it did it better).
What gets me is that I simply can’t seem to find a reason for the mood fluctuations. Is Mercury in retrograde? Do I eat too much salt? Did I just make up salt playing a role in my demeanor? I want to understand me. I want me to explain me to me. But the people in my head are all like, dummy, it’s us and we aren’t going to tell you anything about why we sometimes act like we just had the best crack ever. And then those bitches high five each other, except the clumsy one. She always misses and hits someone’s wrist.
My posts have been sporadic at best lately. I’m trying to figure out what I’m doing in this space, what I have to offer, who reads, and why. I’m getting closer, I know. I went to a blog conference last weekend (more on that tomorrow). I walked away with way more questions than answers, but I’m so glad I went.
Once I figure it all out (and I know I will!), and tell the people in my head so we can all be on the same page STOP LAUGHING YOU WENCHES, I’ll pass it on to you.
Way to close uncrazy, me.