It is Easter, and all I can think of at the moment is AnnaKate’s “Easter Cheer.” I don’t even know how to begin to describe it…other than, hilarious + disturbing = grotesque: two great tastes that go great together. Yes, that, and “Shaved Ice”… Because, the General is correct: “Nobody likes hairy ice.”
I admit, I am all over the place. My mind is all over the place, like a poorly exploded, badly aimed missile. I try to aim…but I end up in different directions simultaneously. My aim for this afternoon was to get some research in…to work on some papers, like maybe the one I will be delivering in just a couple of weeks. Obviously, I have missed my aim. I don’t know how to make my brain behave better right now. I might be whining…am I whining? Liam has the “Man Cold“ now, so maybe I just need someone to walk around and whine to. A toddler with the Man Cold is a terrible thing.
An essay of mine was mistakenly read, and another was purposefully read. I don’t know which one made me feel smaller. Not because anything terrible was said, but simply because they were read by people that I really admire. Read and critiqued. The critiques were not bad…nothing bad was said, but the idea that the essays are imperfect is really difficult to swallow, while at the same time, I knew exactly what the problems were with each one prior to the readings.
I understand that I am the human equivalent of Swiss-cheese, when it comes to many things, but when flaws are pointed out, I get to beat myself up really nicely. I think I would make a great Penitenté, well, an emotional one, not a physical one.
What’s this nonsense? Pru had learned to beat up others instead of herself…she was a word-bully. One of the ”Mean Girls!” Okay, we are going to start this over–after I load up on caffeine and Cadburry mini eggs, and re-situate my mind. It just isn’t good to let an introvert alone for very long…bad, self-destructive things take up the mental space, and energy, that should rightfully be used to house outwardly destructive, caustic, stuff.
Pru
