I don’t use my iSight enough. So I do dumb stuff like this.
So unless I ever actually video chat with someone, I’m left to taking pictures of my eyes, or leaving it running in the corner of the screen while I am working, so I can occasionally look down and see the weird faces I make when I am thinking.
At first I thought I was just being overly sensitive about my boundaries, but I checked with Fee, and she agreed with me.
Jodi : my mom sent an email inviting me to easter brunch, and she used her pet name for her husband, and his for her, in it.
Fee: ewwwwwwww
Jodi: ha! I knew it wasn’t just me!
Fee: BOUNDARIES!
My family is very open about things. All kinds of things. Things that normal families don’t always talk about, especially with their offspring around, no matter how old she is now. Whenever that happens, I put my hands over my ears and yell, “BAD BOUNDARIES!! BAD BOUNDARIES!!” Pet names? Blech. I don’t need be part of that, do I?
This was not unlike the other day, on the überbrain, when my arch nemesis, Liloo Multisuck, told Fee that no matter what she wore to her husband’s black tie business affair, her “smile was her best accessory.” BARF! It’s just that the pet names are “blech” with a bit of “ick” in it, and Liloo’s comment was “blech” with a twist of “oh please.” And an eye roll.
That is not to say that Fee does not have a stunning smile.
I’ve been a bad mood for several days, and sometime on Sunday my bad mood moved into my least favorite phase: self pity. That’s the phase during which you decide that no one likes you, you suck at your job, you’ve ruined your life, you have no talent, and you are going to become the crazy cat lady, and die all alone. There’s no point in trying to blog about it, because no one likes your blog anyway. The rational part of my brain is trying to tell me to just relax and take a minute to look at those statements objectively, that I will see that things are not that bad and in fact…. but, the part of my brain in charge right now has, like an older brother, locked the rational part of my brain in the hall closet again, recruiting my friends to help him do it, just to show me that he can charm them into turning against me because…. er, umm… yeah. Like that. So yesterday, I couldn’t even write an entry, because I had no words to say. I did, however, design library cards for Hell’s Library.
As I’ve been reading my favorite blogs, I’ve seen I’m not the only one in this mood. In face, maybe it’s contagious. Maybe I’ve caught it from the INTERNET!
Last night, I was driving home from work, listening to the soundtrack to “Dazed and Confused.” I was looking for a particular song [Low Rider by War] and as I was hitting the forward track button, I thought to myself, “Maybe it’s on the other side.” ON THE OTHER SIDE?? Where did that come from? I don’t remember the last time I listened to a cassette in my car. Or even at home, really.
Yeah. That’s all I have. Not a great story, but what are you going to do… when you are locked in the closet. The Closet of Self Pity!
