The False positive

If there's one thing I do more than any other thing it's ponder. It's damn near scientific. I haven't cured cancer yet, but frankly I haven't even given it a whirl. I think most often I ponder actions and reactions. How many shape the world around me, and what I can do do make that happen differently. Then I ponder how much face I can save by not writing crap down in a blog that 4 people read. Back to pondering. Or as it should read, back to cutting my own throat. That's more succinct. I'm an individual that is often lead by intuition. For better or for worse.. it's a slippery slope. Sometimes I get so caught up in a moment and my guts are doing a happy dance, but my brain may be pushing the abort button. This generally results in FUBAR. Frankly, most roads often lead to FUBAR. I know a little bit about a lot of things, but I also know a lot of nothing. I don't know anything about men, well at least nothing I'd want to admit to.

Manic monday on a thursday

So in my quest to side bar from being a little black rain cloud, I think I lost my words a little. Not that I always need to have something to say, but I'm sitting on some sort of turbulence and it's tough to spit it out. I've had a week that's a little surreal, though yesterday brought it home with the clarity of the same old same old. I just had to double check that to assure I had enough prepositions. Sometimes I lose those too. I'm rare with out words, and sometimes the lack of them simply means I haven't been able to find the right ones to put together. I like to be succinct damn it. Accuracy is key, because words are powerful with layers of meanings. Once I'm running against the clock here so I can go get pretty for work. I think that makes it better and worse. So here's the dealio, the process. Something commercial worthy is totally in the works and pretty much waiting for something to happen to make it all go away. I think I naturally like bugger these things up, since I get all flustered and lost for words, or some other thing to over analyze every movement thought and action from a person to determine if I wore the right shoes or not. I go from charming and funny to twittering and awkward. Now that's pretty sexy. The mens come a runnin. What up player?! High fives all around. Then it makes me furrow my brow, which causes wrinkles, It's a viscous freaking cycle!!! I really wish there were stronger punctuation than the exclamation point. What if I'm more adamant than excited? How will anyone know? Distractions distractions. Sigh. I digress. I was reminded yesterday of my impending trip home. Reminded like a cop pulling you over for a speeding ticket, how welcome my presence is. Oh the trauma boiling point of hysterical laughter. I need body guards. Or something. I suppose this means I found my words. Though I'm not sure what they accomplished, just to prove that I don't have to weep out all my emotions. To sum up I suppose it means 1.) I'm probably going to be late for work, 2.) I might be a little in like and am expecting it to get completely FUBAR any moment now and C.) You can go home again, but you may have wished that you didn't, know matter how adorable your nieces and nephews are, and how hard you to intend to snuggle the little monsters. Though I don't really want it to be FUBAR. I want to create a new acronym that means everything is awesome and forehead wrinkles are sexy.

All Blogs go to Heaven

Wowza. So yesterday I suggested (suggested!?) that someone read my blog. For just a little insight into my soul. For the sake of posterity, I perused it a bit myself. WTF? Not that I'm that surprised by the content, but no matter how well written I'm feeling a little vapid, over how apparently sad I am that I can still belt it out with Beyonce. No matter how well I put the words together. From now on I'm committing to not whining anymore about how sad I am that I'm a spinster. just kidding. But mayhaps, I'm committed to looking a bit more thoroughly at the whole picture rather than just lamenting singleness. Trust me I know the other side ain't bliss. I think sometimes I find it hard to find balance between expressing myself and religious wing nut. I'm just so damn good at religious wing nut. There's something morally wrong with that sentence. or something. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps it's the ongoing identity question. Finally something new and different. A 30+ woman struggling for identity. What breath of fresh air. No, but seriously, and quickly, because I have go to slap some make up on I can be pretty for work....and maybe a few other things. wink, wink, nudge, nudge, say no more. Where was I? oh right... seriously Good little church girl seeks to be surronded by fantastic people for quality time. Sometimes the world blows up and I write about it. But feel free to remind me about what's important. BTW, that was a figurative belt it out with Beyonce, trust me. TRUST ME, you don't want me to sing. I know, because most likely, I've probably got a song stuck in my head that I'm singing.

Double header

I feel broken and wordy, pathetic at best. you labeled me by comparison and it made me feel unheard. Life goes by in strides for some, but as for me I plan to put a cork in it and pretend it's all rainbows. Shove it under the rug, until it bursts through the seams, it's worked for this long, and no one wants to ruin a good thing. So i'm done with heart felt words that reveal the inner most working of my soul. Cyborgs have all the luck and I intend to make them jealous with my robotic nature and painted on smile, and we can all pretend that R2D2 is the next Stevie Wonder.

loose ends

I sometimes wonder if I spend a lot of time asking the wrong questions. Or maybe I'm just asking the wrong people. Sometimes life makes me sad, and sometimes I'm just too honest about it. I'm not sure if that's what's right. I'm blue. Something is missing and I'm afraid of life, loneliness and abandonment. Like I said. Blue. I've figured out, well I've been figuring out, that I thrive when I'm around people I love. Quality time is my thing. Making the people I love happy, makes me happy. But in the midst of that I'm blue. And alone. Life is going on without me, and I'm going to run out of people to love. Then I'll never be happy. What do you do with that? I'm not sure how to fix it. It kind of makes me want to run away from life, so that I won't have to feel abandon, but I'm fairly certain that's both unhealthy and unhelpful. I know there are lots of people I could love, that need love, but it's just not the same. Crying doesn't seem to help. Feeling like an orphan doesn't help. Maybe that's it? Maybe that's why it's so poignant. So highlighted. I hate living in this tension where I feel like I can't go visit my family, because it's so tense and uncomfortable. I think maybe the dilemma, is that no one wants me to be the person that loves them. We may have a square peg, round hole situation here. They all want those needs to be met by someone else, a spouse or a child, parent etc... and I think that's right, that's the way it's likely supposed to be, except that I'm not a spouse or a parent, and I'm not sure how I fit into the child category. I just lost my place in the world I guess, and I'm just not certain what my role is. I guess that's an epiphany. Maybe it's some sort of personal weakness that I need to have identity with a role, I think I have enough going on in my brain without bringing in anything else into the chaos. We'll slay that demon later, or maybe never. Honestly, probably never. So I guess to sum it up, I'm at loose ends. I don't need a fix me, I think I'm just happy I cracked the code seemingly about why I'm feeling a little lost. Sometimes this is really embarrassing, to write things down and let people read your thoughts. Often times I just find it refreshing to express my feelings without making eye contact.

Some other beginning's end.

I'm always disappointed when people don't rise to the challenge. I hate feeling lied to or deceived. I want to believe the best about people until they give me a reason not to, and then I'm just disappointed, and I feel dumb. I'm so tired of intuition not working out. One day it'll all be worth it? I want to believe it, but right now the doubts are ahead by a nose.

Once again I think I missed my lesson on the art of being a woman. I'm just so bad at coy. It kind of breaks my heart. Maybe I'm too tall to be coy? is there a height requirement? If you ask me I'll probably tell you. I feel like I'm lying if I don't say what's on my mind. I'm pretty sure that might ruin everything.WTF do I do then? I know it's just a matter of not feeling secure. I'm just not sure how to get over that. It would help if I was better at dating. I want to stand firmly that in that you can say what you think as long as your actions are still respectful. I just don't think everyone agrees.