February 20, 2012:
Sluggish Blogger here. Not going to pretend otherwise. I have a voodoo collection for overly cheery people I mean, I'm relentlessly cheerful and optimistic most days but there's a fine line between that and Stepford Wife/Husband territory ya know? My mom used to wake me up as a kid with this sing songy voice... "Meredith, Rise & Shine, Time to Get Up.."
That's what I fantasized about doing to her every time I heard that song sung to me. It got to the point that I could hear her coming down the hall and I would start to imagine a giant hole opening up in the flooring to swallow her before she got to my room. I eventually confessed that this disgustingly cheerful way of rousing me was a fate worse than death and she immediately changed her tune to a simple, "Meredith, it's time to get up." It was in fact, a relationship saver I truly believe.
I have to confess now that there is a similar Song that is sung in Social Media circles and blogs that reminds me of my mother's insanely cheerful morning greeting. I'm sure, that like my mother's own intent, all is meant to be positive & uplifting. There are just times where it grates on my last nerve and makes me invision taking the occasional ice pick to my eye. Never let it be said that I am wishy washy or lack imagination...
I'm just being honest or true to my "authentic" self. Gawd that's another phrase that sends me round the bend. It's become as over-used as eclectic and ironically, it's often used to describe the most contrived of people/places/things/etc. Whooaaa who pi**ed in my Cornflakes you are wondering? See what happens when I get an extra day off?? Totally dangerous right? No, it's not meant to be bitchy for bitchy's sake, think of it as the Social Media equivalent to Brown (p)Leather Parson Chairs.... that's all. Purging my online soul if you will... Right up there with Collaboration but only on a need to know, when I deem to share it with you basis. That's speshal too.
So maybe, after this purging, things will be like my teenage years when I could wake up without the homicidal fantasies, get my groove on peacefully all the while enjoying breakfast with my mom. Oh did I mention that I preferred to not have any conversation until I had eaten my breakfast and mourned not still being in my warm cozy bed? Ya, I was a complex teenager but then who wasn't right??
Here's some not quite Teenage Decor Porn to kick off the rest of the week - which is going to end pretty fabulously with Moi headed to Sunny (but not Stepfordy) California......