I was sitting here trying to think of a simple topic to pointlessly vent about, then I realized that my writing style has nothing to do with structure, topics or correct grammar. So here it is: The no topic topic. The vent, the rant, the babble. Enjoy the blog of chaos (in other words, enjoy me purging my brain onto an electronic unlocked diary that I openly allow the world to snoop in on and judge).
So, in the past few months, I have had my eyes opened to the world of being single. Talk about frightening at first. WHOA! A new dish on the menu, a new elmo on the market....let's attack! Simply put, I felt like tickle me Elmo, minus the tickling (a little too "free love-esque" for me, sorry Sesame Street). Why is it that the second you get out there, the rabid dogs want to attack like you're the last piece of meat on earth, caaaaalm doowwwwn. Why do you think I would want to search for something new the day after? Thank you, but I'm good. Granted, within time, someone might pop up unexpectedly, while it slaps you in the face, you're trying to keep your head on straight and think logically, keep your head from spinning out of control, exorcist style. Maybe the true thing to do would be to surrender. I mean, what's so wrong with feeling warm & fuzzy and just being happy? Mostly people are worried what others are going to think. WHO CARES? It's YOUR life, why are you letting others dictate anything you do simply by their judgement. If someone is judging you harshly because you're proactively pursuing your happiness, then it must mean that they aren't happy and they want you to join the "downer train" with them. Sorry, but I prefer to take "Stoked Street" in my trusty 1964 VW bug, thanks though.
Everyone has a "rule" after a break-up. "You need to give it half the time for which you were in it." "You should never start dating so soon" or "Just eat chocolate and pickles."
I did the latter. That was my own advice to myself....and guess what? It worked the best! I ate my fill of dill, salty goodness, and dark, rich, sugary smooth cocoa and moved on. Contentment and joy all because of the pickles, who would've thought!
Basically what I'm saying in a long, windy round about way is.....STOP listening to everyone else! Listen to that thing in your chest that pumps lovely blood all through your body, and that acid filled sac below it. For all of you that didn't get that...your heart & your gut.
People ask for advice from others (I'm guilty as well), but they already have a predetermined thought of what they want to do anyway. Why ask? Justification? So if it's the wrong thing to do, you can pass it on, take no blame and say "so & so gave me advice to do that." Awwww, man up! Grow a pair, you'll have a better outlook about yourself and when you do make those correct desicions, you'll know it was ALLLL YOU! (Reminding me of Dr. Bronner ALL ONE!! ALL ONE!)
I was talking to a friend about that soap the other day, we were talking about the label and what is said on it. Has anyone ever read that and start laughing out loud? Or praying? or just stared blankely at it wondering "WTF?" I've done all 3, depending on my inspiration that day. Although, I felt bad for my roommates, for each scenario, there would be a response from them:
1. "Why the hell is she laughing hysterically like a fucking hyena in the bathroom?"
2. "Why did Jenn bring a rosary into the shower with her?"
3. "Why is she walking around with her soap, staring at it looking so confused?"
Although, I was so enthralled with the soap, I didn't notice these reactions to my oddness. Enthrall: To captivate or charm. Dr. Bronner....you have charmed me with your crazy rants like a snake charmer allures a rattlesnake. I mean look at this guy!
Mmm, soapy passion! Passion is such an amazing word...and an amazing feeling. PASSION! So powerful. If you don't have it....you're missing out on life...so GET IT!
Well, now I'm going to GET WITH IT and end this fabulous mind spinning, scattered rant of a blog.
I leave you with this until next time:
Teach the whole human race the Moral ABC of All-One-God-Faith! For we're ALL-ONE OR NONE!! ALL-ONE!!!! ALL-ONE!!!
Oh, Dr. Bronner, you crazy ol' bastard. all-one.
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