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I don’t feel like writing this post

Is it okay not to “feel it”?  Because I just don’t feel it.  I commented recently that I have all kinds of things on my mind right now, but I’m blank at the same time.  Does that happen to you?  Do you ever have a whirlwind of thought and emotion tearing through your brain…that just won’t come out in any kind of meaningful way?  Nick just wrote about when he was younger and more inclined to put down random thoughts without caring that they would impact no one, and that’s what I believe I need to do. continue reading…

unexpected

t-shirts,
I could never make this up.

t-shirts?
It’s not what I imagined.

In the back of my mind
was moonlight and soft breezes,
walking and talking till dawn,
maybe a glance across a crowded room…

And now I find myself weak-kneed
by the smell of cotton.

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In Which It Is My Own Darn Fault

Speaking of stupid things…

I have no air conditioning in my car and I’m boiling and sweating by the time I get to work.  So I guess what I’m saying is I’m boiling in my own sweat.  Lovely.

And it’s my own darn fault.  MY OWN.  DARN.  FAULT.  You can tell how irritating I find that because of the capital letters.  Please tell me I’m not the only one who does stupid, ridiculous, crazy things makes bad decisions now and then.

The thing is, it was very late.  I got off work at 10pm, then I went to the grocery store (how much do I love the Wegman’s let me count the ways), then it takes another 40 minutes to get home from there, so.  It was very late.  And it had been storming off and on all evening, with lots of heavy wind.  And the last stretch of road before my house is a big hill, fairly steep and it’s long.  And I had gotten almost all the way down this hill when I suddenly came upon a tree that was laying across the whole road.  And it wasn’t a huge tree; it was a smallish tree.  And it frustrated me.  And I did something really, really stupid.

I ran over the tree.

On purpose.

The worst part is that I thought about it.  Not for very long, mind you.  But I didn’t just say, “Oh, there’s a tree, I think I’ll drive over it.”  I considered backing up…and then I considered how hard it is for me to see out of my back window, and how steep the hill is, and how people drive so crazy fast on these back country roads, and how it would feel to be in a horrendous car accident.  I considered turning around…and then I considered how narrow the road is, and how deep the ditches are, and how people drive so crazy fast on…  You get the picture.  Did I mention it was late?

Why oh why do I do stupid things?  Why do I do things that I know better than doing?  It’s almost on impulse…except for the fact that I gave it thought.  What’s a mixture of giving something thought and then following an impulse anyway?  Is there a word for that?  Because honestly, I just don’t know what I was thinking.  I guess I just chose the simplest thing to do, which is drive over it.  Not smart.  At all.

The interesting thing is that on another night I probably would have just turned around.  I suppose a lot of what we do simply depends on the mood we’re in.  I wasn’t in the mood to really consider the entirety of the situation and make a rational decision.  And now I’m suffering the consequences of no air conditioning.  Not to mention the money it cost to fix the radiator.  Oh didn’t I mention that yet?  The radiator:

The radiator took about a week to start leaking.  So I had it replaced.  That’s when they found out the condenser coil was jammed into the radiator.  That’s when I found out that I would have no air conditioner this summer.  But it was still cold then, so I didn’t care as much.  I put off caring until now. Now I’m boiling in my own sweat.  Now I care.  

I would have gotten the air fixed already, except for two reasons.  One is that I believe in negative consequences; I think they’re necessary.  I figured I did something rash and so I should suffer.  That’ll teach me!  Perhaps we can learn without there being major repercussions, but our mistakes teach us through negative reinforcement, even if it’s just a minor discomfort or embarrassment that we feel.  Consequences help us remember our mistakes because they make an indelible impression; the harder and worse the consequence,  the stronger the impression is for you not to make that mistake again.  The second reason is that I have no money.  (Which is a consequence discussion for a whole other day.)

I don’t think I would have learned any lesson at all if I had not damaged my car.  If the same situation occurred again, I probably would have thought, “Well, it worked last time.”  And I would have done the same stupid thing.  Again.  Of course, I only call it stupid now because of the negative consequence attached to it.  If it had worked, I may never have thought about that tree again.

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As I was driving home from work today, I was thinking about how I needed to finish “the post about running over a tree”.  Amazingly enough, I suddenly came upon this:

Coincidence?

I thought about going through, but I wasn’t ready to suffer the consequences.  Again.

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Peter Pan or Wendy?

“All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, ‘Oh, why can’t you remain like this for ever!’ This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.”
— J.M. Barrie (Peter Pan)

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This week’s Query is about being an adult…or not being an adult…  Well, it’s hard to tell.

Click the link below to see how people answered this question:

How do you know when you’re an Adult?

Like all the other Queries, this is pretty much up for debate and interpretation.

Is it responsibility for a human other than yourself?  Or is being responsible for yourself enough to tip the scales from childhood to adulthood?  And does that mean responsibility for yourself financially or emotionally or physically, or all of the above?  Is it putting the non-essential pursuits on the back burner, the ones that don’t put food on the table, clothes on your back and a roof over your head?  The answers are a little different for everyone.  And I have to wonder, is there even such a thing as grown up?

Of course, there are people who seemed to have been born as adults.  Maybe that’s just my perception because they’re a bit more serious, or more driven or ambitious than I am.  On the other hand, there are people who never seem to grow up at all.  Again it’s perception: daring or reckless? care-free or irresponsible? fun-loving or immature?  It depends on what side of the Or Fence you’re on, doesn’t it?

The thing is, I still like to carve pumpkins, and I get excited at the thought of Halloween candy.  And Christmas presents, both the giving and the receiving.  And puppies…swinging on a swing…and going down a slide if the occasion calls for it.  Okay, even if the occasion doesn’t call for it.

Oh, and Pixar movies, Harry Potter, fireflies, ice cream cones, Scooby Doo…

I think some things are just who we are, and not about whether we’re an adult or a child.

Peter Pan was a kid through and through.  Wendy went all the way to Neverland, and naturally took on the role of mother.  You just are who you are.

Who are you?

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