Tuesday, December 14, 2010

No I'll pass on seconds.

We all have that little voice inside our heads. The voice that inspires us to move forward; or the one that discourages us, makes us admit defeat before we have begun.

So what voice do I have inside my head you ask?

MY MOTHER.

I'll be in a store trying on clothes and that voice:

YOU'RE NOT GOING TO WEAR THAT, ARE YOU?
THAT MAKES YOU LOOK FAT.
THAT MAKES YOU LOOK TOO BIG (a.k.a not flattering on the hips--thanks, Mom)
THAT'S JUST NOT FLATTERING.

You catch my drift.
Most of the time I'm fine and Jim Dandy, but there are those times when I really want those pants...

OH, NO--YOU'RE NOT WEARING THAT!

Okay, okay, I'm taking off the pants... I'm walking away... My hands are in the air... I'm walking away...

A couple of weeks ago I heard the voice, actually it was my ACTUAL Mother giving me the business
"You shouldn't wear skinny jeans".  My response clearly from the junior high playbook was ''I like it I don't care mom".  Actually my playbook in High School was say nothing.(and eat ice cream later). Oh! and she said it on Thanksgiving.  Kinda lost my appetite.

So, the voice in my head it's always there and aside from a lobotomy there is precious little I can do.

I only wish my little voice gave stock tips.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

The Dread

Must be the season: I feel out of sorts.

I hate the cold, I hate that it gets dark so early, I never want to go out at night. 
OK I'm not a night owl, but given better weather I can be reasonable.

I dislike work--One job is quite alright, the second is depressing,
 no I'm not being over dramatic and yes I spend all my free time looking for a job.

Oh and the weekends aren't that great. Either filling days worth of errands
into two days hoping I can throw a book or movie into the mix.

One time I was listening to NPR (Nice People Radio as a friend once called it).
The topic was "the dread of Sundays" (sounds like a Smiths tribute band).

 they had on a writer for the Wall Street Journal
(don't remember his name does it matter)?
His article was about the dread of Sundays.
The whole article was about "why do people dread Sundays"?
The premise is the dread starts in childhood--
weekend's over; school's on Monday.
Shows on TV that remind us it's Sunday.
People are in denial it's Sunday and act like it's Saturday.
What does all this mean?  Nothing, just a crappy time of the year, too damn busy.
I must leave--nothing more to say.